It’s Saturday, good time to take a break from all bullshit out there.
If you never done wood floors before, you’re in for a treat, unless you own some sort of floor restoration company, you’ll have to rent the machines. This isn’t my first rodeo. Carpet comes up and the pad, tack strips and the staples. Thinking it’s the first time that grandfather clock has been moved since it was brought here, keeps perfect time. Sand it, prepare for the finish, then 3 coats of polyurethane.
Music break:
He’s a friendly, got a shack down the beach about 15 miles
If you never been aboard a sailboat on Gitch gummi, it sounds like this:
Making journals, then filling them seems to keep me calm, probably because idle hands are work of the devil. Most people I’d surmise don’t know what a Scharf-fix pairing machine is, as with any tool, be a firearm or hammer, use properly, clean it, put away ready for next time.
Be it a village, town or city, I don’t seem to fit in very well, I’ll give you an example, while in cheeseland I was told in no uncertain terms at a Chinese all you can buffet ” YOU NO COME HERE YOU LEAVE NOW WE CALL COP, YOU LEAVE while helping me back to door. Seems one cannot bring in their own platter, I was trying to explain those little 8-inch plates don’t work for me, they were having none of it, YOU LEAVE WE CALL COP. With that in mind, I wonder if I’m anti-social or just socially selective.
Watching these people, I didn’t wonder who failed them, they failed themselves
