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Well I was hoping to have a picture to post by today, of the tip of my finger that Sweetie picked up off the floor Sunday afternoon. Earlier in the day I had managed the seemingly difficult task of removing about a third of the nail out to the tip of my finger at about a 45 degree angle. I say seemingly difficult because I was able to do this without actually touching the bone. The actual slicing part was relatively easy. It was my taste for Walla Walla Sweets that did my finger tip in. I was just putting the finishing touches on my turkey-pita sandwich and got the idea that a few choice slices of onion would be the perfect way to top it off. I tell you, after I had done the deed, my swearing had subsided and my hand wrapped in paper towel, raised appropriately above my heart I had a dilemma to face. I had already called Sweetie and she was on her way back home, the older boy had already chastised me for not using the safety handle and so I had some time to think. The real issue i...

I’m at a bit of a loss at the new double wide. Though I like the amount of space for most stuff, there seems to be a lack of space when it comes to my guitars and their like. I hesitate to put them out in the garage as I’m not comfortable with the temperature change out there and I don’t think it would be good for the wood. But the new place lacks a basement, and being that’s where I used to hide all my junk, I’m now not sure what I’m gonna about that. Right now I have everything stacked up in the dining room, in the spot that should occupy the dining room table. Fortunately, we got rid of the table we used to have, and there’s ample room for all the cases and miscellaneous boxes, though I can see that my gears days of remaining in that space are numbered. This is the first place we’ve lived in where I don’t have a place that I can carve out for myself. Granted, we have lots of room on our lot where I could build a little studio for myself, but that seems a little ways down the road....

Does anyone want a cardboard box—one that’s been only slightly used to carry apples and an ageing CD collection—one that’s packed both bananas from the south pacific and a broken electric guitar neck? Don’t ask me how long they’ll last, because I really don’t have any idea. Though they were once useful in their purpose, now they seem a little less so. Does anyone want some bubble wrap—useful for popping and stress release? Most of the bubbles are still in good shape, and we have both the large and small sizes. The Older Boy usually gets to them first, but he’s been enjoying the new doublewide so much that I think he’s forgotten. If you come to the garage door, I think we can sneak them into your car without him finding out. Does anyone want some floorboards—the kind with a tongue-and-grove slot just perfect for building a floor with? The previous owners were kind enough to leave us the stack they salvaged when tearing down the poorly constructed addition, and now I’m afraid we hav...

Well happy birthday to me. This year I am twice as old as I was when I turned 20 and I’m fine with that. Not every year I’ve gotten older has been easy, but somewhere along the line I think I came to realize that worrying about getting older is just about as pointless an exercise as there is. The future is unknown, the present doesn’t exist—all there is is past. Life just moves on and I refuse to go though it like a child whining at his parents. Sweetie made my great grandma Chrissie’s chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and chocolate pudding between the layers. There are only two cakes I ever want on my birthday, one is the aforementioned chocolate cake, and the other is Big Yellow Cake. BYK comes from Sweeties side of the family and it involves cool whip, caned mandarins, caned pineapple and a box of yellow cake mix. It’s a classic example of how the sum is better than the parts. (Though if you were to put a can of mandarin oranges in front of me right now, I would gladly eat th...