Before going to bed last night I told Sharaun I had today figured for a harrying one at the sawmill. With last week shot to time in Oregon and the subsequent game of catch-up, and Monday’s Yosemite weekend extension absence, I knew I’d face an avalanche neglected and undone work. I was right; but it was one of those good-feeling busy days, where you end up leaving feeling more productive than overwrought.
After work I made a brief stopover at a local watering hole to have an (informal) “after hours” business meeting with some of the other shirts. Sometimes those suds-and-appetizer ad-hoc meetings are the best for real conversation… and the unstated rule of confidentiality that disclaims all bar-talk certainly helps. Anyway, thirty minutes past five and I was home… unfortunately with a bellyful of bad-for-me pub food and not much interested in the healthier pasta dish Sharaun had prepared for me (I’m scheduled on the “Bad Husbands” episode of Springer next month).
Once at home, I found Keaton especially animated and talkative, and had the wherewithal to grab the camera and roll film as she started to tell me about her plans for “falling in love.” So then, since I recorded it I figured I’d spend ten minutes editing it and slapping a title on it so I could properly share it with the internet. Here, then, is Keaton talking about “falling in love”:
Interesting notions on love and marriage, Keaton. Glad you could be here to share with the sounds familiar audience today.
And now, changing subjects: The Ford continues to lumber along while she awaits a merciful death at the hands of the Obama administration’s “Cash for Clunkers” plan. A goverment-connected friend of mine keeps me informed on the progress of the various legislative efforts around this initiative which are snaking their way through Congress. In a good sign, the House today passed their version of the bill. A good sign, to be sure, but I’m still reserving all-out excitement for final language and voting.
Oh before I go, I heard a joke I liked today. Q: How many hipsters does it take to screw in a light bulb? A: It’s a really obscure number; you’ve probably never heard of it.
And that, my friends, is the end of the blog for Tuesday. Goodnight.