It's already Thursday. It's already the 18th of September. It's already September. It's almost Fall -- this Saturday don't forget. We're already approaching the 4th quarter of 2008. I'm already 42 years old!
Where does the time go? Okay, it's a rhetorical question. But before you know it I'll be retired, in my all gay-men nursing home experimenting in the mess hall with a bottle of Viagra and several hot geriatrics.
Good Lord! I've already lowered my standards and I'm only 42.
Well, here it is six in the morning. I'm wide awake, ready to take on the day yet wouldn't mind a day less hectic than usual.
On the home front, I'm getting my porches stained. If you recall I had some work done to them earlier this year -- the previous owner never laid the boards done correctly so they were all warped, loose and popping off. That was fixed; however, now they need a good coat of paint before the bad weather sets in. Edwin, my little Brazilian painter, started on them yesterday. He's doing a great job -- sanding down to the bare wood. I picked out a dark, rich color. It's called Brick Red from Cabot. I wanted it to have a high gloss but this color is only in a semi-gloss.
"You no see shinies," he tried to tell me. English is not his forte. "Little bit shinies. I put two cuts. Beautiful!"
He then told me -- and how I understood this is beyond me -- that he could put polyurethane on it but that would be too slippery in the rain and would eventually peel and flake from the sun.
Regardless, I'm looking forward to seeing the results.
Well, I should jump in the shower. Over and out...
P.S. Bandit's say hello. He's doing well. His mosquito bite scratches are much better. Now he's back to his hyper-self.