Pictures from the Weekend
Okay, as promised, here are pictures.
Well, we’ll start off with the parental units. Obviously, the one on the right is my sainted mother who cleaned my house for me. The scruffy looking fella’ on the left is my father. You can expect me to look about like that when I make it to 78. Frighteningly, my ex-wife seemed to think he was better looking as an older guy than in the pictures of him at my age. You know, in retrospect, considering what I know about her now, that’s creepy.
Anyway, this is the stock from which I sprang.
This bad boy is one of the two things my father and I worked on this weekend. Of course we also did some indoor plumbing. In fact, I’m a little surprised that we managed that with as little cursing and shouting as we did. I usually cure like a sailor when I do plumbing. I think I taught my poor step-daughter some new words when I put in the amazing one-horse-power garbage disposal! That impressed my mother, by the way. She was shocked at the idea that I could grind chicken bones in that sucker.
Here it is again. I’m pretty proud of this monster. I designed it myself, bought all the parts, measured, cut and painted it all. I did have help from Dad, of course, but, mainly, I did it. And, I could have finished it by myself, if I really wanted to do that, but it was more fun working with my father. Wow, how many guys can say that and mean it!? Eventually, I’ll have some shots up here of this thing with all the plants in place, too. I think it looks pretty cool.
Just for reference, this is a picture of me and my beautiful girl. My dog, Hilda, and I, that is. Posing by our pond in the backyard. Oh, and I have my full beard in that picture. Notice, while it does exude testosterone, it increases wind drag reducing my aerodynamics. So…
I shaved down to this. See? It’s a bad picture, but even with that, you can see how much younger and more aerodynamic all that youthful skin makes me! C’mon, I’m a professional computer geek sliding into middle age. Work with me!
Anyhow, these are the best of the pictures from the weekend. The delay getting them, by the way, was because my dear, sweet, retired mother was figuring out how to use the digital camera and send pictures. I think she did rather well, don’t you?
