In the meadow we can build a snow man, and pretend that it is Parson Brown. He'll say "are you married?" we'll say "No man", but you can do the job while you're in town.....

I have a few minutes before the Fam comes home from karate. I haven't been to karate this week since I blew my knee out Saturday scraping old tile off the shop floor. It doesn't take much for this old war injury to flare up on me. Too much of this or that and it will blow right out on me and I will be down for the count.

It really isn't an old war injury. It's really a 33 year old motorcycle accident. War sounds so much more romantic than motorcycle. When I say it's a war injury to people who do not know me well, they stare at me oddly and I can see the wheels turning in their heads trying to figure out what "war" I might have been in. If they have half a brain in their head they will know I am far too young to have been in the Vietnam War and I am most likely far too old to have been in the Gulf War.

When I finally break down and tell them a motorcycle landed on my leg when I was 19, they go "Oh....". I don't usually get into the details of what actually happened. It seems to be enough to tell them it landed on me to have produced an injury that comes back again and again for 33 years.

This week Alec is off working with the love of her life Jody. I find it rather amusing. She would not be amused that I find it so amusing. In fact, she would be seriously pissed at me if she knew I was chuckling about the whole thing. She is working with Jody because I do not have enough work to actually pay her to work with me. This was her idea, not mine. It's a fine idea too, because I sincerely do not have enough work to pay her for hanging around my house or whatever all week.

That's the breaks of owning your own business. Unfortunately for service businesses like mine, we get pushed to the back of the burner in people's minds this time of year and they tend to not call us unless it's a major emergency.

Ok, I am done, Sue just called and they are on their way home now. Soon the house will be filled with noise, too much noise for me to handle things like writing or thinking or staying in an upright position.

Caio baby......