Inquiring Minds Want To Know

It has been pointed out by three (all family members) of my handful of readers that I have been back home for at least three weeks and still there are no new blog posts. What gives?

The answer is: I'm not sure.

I've certainly had plenty of material. There's a lot going on around here. For instance, I just painted the kitchen with what Lowe's called semi-gloss, but I like to call PATENT LEATHER paint. Why did I buy such a strange animal? Because some crazy bitch in the paint department told me that semi-gloss was the way to go in kitchens, what with the dampness factor and all, and fuck me, I believed her. Now the shine from the walls is pert-near blinding us. So I get to repaint the whole damned kitchen, and you know I'm happy as shit about that. Way too many lessons learned to even list.

Also, we're getting some work done on our deck, as in replacing it with composite and making it quite a bit bigger than the postage stamp it's always been. We're pretty excited about that, but we're not sure if we'll actually get to enjoy it this summer. The young guys who are building it have very "flexible" work schedules. When they're here, they work like hell, key word being, when. Their presence has been sporadic, but we're keeping the faith.

I've also been playing a little more golf lately, but don't take that to mean that I've gotten any better. I only wish that were the case. But I play with a really fun group of women and what I have learned from them could fill a dang beer cooler. For example, I need to keep a flask of Goldschlager in my golf bag at all times...kind of like a first-aid kit, only not.  Basically, it's there for non-emergency emergencies, like (other peoples') birdies (shots all around) and (my) quadruple bogeys (binge drinking). Also, while golf shoes are good for traction and make you look all sporty, it's possible just to show up in flip-flops, play the round and be none the worse for wear. That's how we roll 'em (in the fairway).