Monday, May 21, 2007

Don't Get Your Hopes Up

Alright Coot fans, I think I've made you wait long enough. I was taking a few days off from blogging to refocus myself and aim towards the positive and the next thing I know hordes of people are banging down my e-door wondering what happened to me. My sister was crying on the phone because she thought I was dead and she didn't get invited to the funeral, The Lunch Crew has been complaining non-stop that they don't have anything to make fun of me about, and most importantly none of you have been kept abreast of my running endeavors.

Speaking of Running Endeavors

I was reading the message boards on when I came across this quote. I had to chuckle because it's me to a tee (minus the lucky wife part)

Not to toot my own horn, but if I were to write a book I'd use the same title as Broadway Joe Namath:
"I Can't Wait Till Tomorrow (Because I get Better Looking Every Day)"

I had that thought yesterday and when I woke up this morning - wouldn't you know it - I was EVEN better looking than yesterday! Dang, my wife is lucky!

Just as an experiment I tried it at home. When I got up this morning I was indeed better looking than I was yesterday.

I'll be damned.

Project Central

I think the last y'all knew about my windows was that I had ordered them. Well, they came in and sat in my garage for a few weeks. Since then I've installed all of them in their respective wall holes and am now in the process of removing the old storm windows and sealing them bitches up tight like gnat booty.

It's amazing how much quieter the house is now. Before I could hear every car coming from 2 miles away, then for 2 more miles once it passed my house. Now it's just a little whisper.

As a matter of fact, it's so quiet that I have to get used to new house sounds. The other night I freaked out because I heard running water. I was sitting in the livingroom and the washing machine and dishwasher were both idle. All I could think of was that a pipe had sprung a leak. As I fine tuned my hearing, I noticed that it stopped and realized it was the ice maker filling up.

I'll be damned.

Just Roll that Shit Around

Also in today's news is my composter. I was a little disappointed with its performance until I looked back at a picture of the first day I had it, and realized it was once entirely grass, and now it's dirt with some grass in it. In fact, the veggie scraps, coffee grounds, banana peels, jumbo pickles and whole tomatoes are no more. Even the horse manure has been returned to dirt. As the saying goes "Ashes to ashes, shit to dust".

Here's a slideshow of my pre-compost material.

One of these days I'll get some shots of the composted material so you can all be in awe. I don't have any pics of the bucket-o-manure, but when I re-up I'll be sure to take some pictures.

I'll be damned.

Well, I don't want anyone to explode in the smörgåsbord that could be this post, so I'll cut it short. I don't want to get your hopes up either, but I'm going to try and get back into blogging. Thanks for your patience and send cash.

Over and Out,
Old Coot

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