good morning all. Enjoyed a couple of leftover blueberry waffles for breakfast, looking at forecast and getting glum.
Inch of rain yesterday, lot more coming through Tuesday. The edge of the coast is going to get hosed.
Not a good summer for the Outer Banks. Though I bet it's good for beach combing. Nastier the weather, the more
prizes wash up. Not like I ever found anything worthwhile with my modest metal detector, what a waste of time that was.
I could pick shells up all day though...love walking the beach and bringing home shells. Once fully dried, make very cool lamps if you fill up a clear glass lamp.
Especially if you see a particular shell and can remember where it came from.
Have old friends who just moved inland from Sanibel Island, a place I've always wanted to go visit. Now I definitely will. Supposed to be the best of Florida beach combing.
Which unfortunately means a lot of people all competing for souvenirs.
Today I have resigned myself to cleaning up the second floor of my house, the office area and storage area. Admit to being a piler instead of a filer... need to hide more stuff in closets so it at least looks better. It's dealing with what's inside those storage closets, full of moving boxes, storage boxes, all kinds of crap that should be thrown out, that I have found
impossible considering all the projects going on here. But now my friend who I call Miss Daisy is coming into this private mess of mine to sift through extra pillows, a few lamps I have up here. So here comes 88 year old Miss Daisy, who when I told her I had a shelf with pictures of my three wives on it, well, talk about a curious cat. Women find looking at ex wives irresistible I think. This one at least knows she isn't going to make it onto that shelf...
Going to crank up Spotify on the PC stereo, get some tunes to move me along. Tons of family history stuff on second floor, easy to get distracted.
Newspaper articles, including the one 52 years ago showing my white 58 Chevy Impala on its roof with lights shining up into the night sky. 9mpg 348 lead sled but she was my baby.
And I wrecked her. I paid 800 dollars for that car, all the money I had saved up, gone.
Thankfully never did that again in all these years. Then there's this picture of the advertising for my Grandfather's butter and egg business in Newark NJ.
Lot to get distracted by...but I'm the family historian so I have all this stuff. Pictures of me as a volunteer fireman that got into the local papers, thankfully for not doing something stupid.
After working hard and going through two bottles of air, they got me sitting on the back step of a neighboring company ladder truck, looking up at the huge mill fire and thinking to myself we are never going to put this out. And we didn't, had to let it burn down. After the heat melted the lights on our trucks, and the metal buttons on my coat got hot enough to singe my neck
for weeks. Perfectly round burn marks. Not sure how I did that.
enough. My family keeps telling me to write books now that I'm retired. Instead I practice on all of you...
How about a mystery thriller involving a tractor dealership Service Manager leading a double life, special ops on the side...
even better, he would be a TBN member. Oh this could get funny...