Another Day ©

I would like to take this moment to send my condolences to our friend Sally and her family, who’s grandson was killed last night while practicing on his Moto Cross bike at the track.
At seventeen he was to young to go but he was also doing what he loved and pursuing a dream.
I know he will be missed by all those who loved him.

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It’s fast times when Walker’s high.
Not the high I really want like smoking a spliff of some primo bud or sniffing a steaming pussy ready for some action.
No, the only high I’m getting is from NyQuil and the only steamy pussy I smell is Frick walking back from the litter box.

Is a cold enough to keep Walker in bed on his back?
Not unless it comes with a buxom beauty to hold me down.
I’m no hero but it’s just to fucken boring to lay in bed sick so I crawled out of bed stumbled down the stairs and sat down to do something.

I checked my comments then went back to bed.
It’s a good thing I did to because my mother called to wake me up as soon as i got there.
She wanted to tell me that the hydro inspector was next door checking over the electrical that was done a few months ago and she wanted to speak to me.
Fine, I crawled back out of bed and through on my joggies and walked next door to see what this inspector wanted.

I walked through the door and there is this short woman with my parents waiting for me to arrive.
They stood there staring at me for a bit before I broke the silence and said hello.
My mother gave me this dirty look and said in Greek that I could have put myself together a bit and put on some pants to hide my ding a lings.

Well I’m sorry it’s not my fault I wake up with a hard on for fucks sake.
She did say come now not CUM now then come over.
They inspector took me to the washroom to show me the plug on the wall and said that the breaker in the plug wasn’t working so she wanted it changed before she wrote off the inspection and I had to do it that day then call her.
I told her I would get it done that morning and phone it in after before she left.

All the way out the back door my mother lectured me about my appearance and I told her that I was showing up naked the next time before she shut up.
She knows me well enough to do it.
Back home I went to my washroom to clean up and find a piece of me through the snot and red eyes.

Going back downstairs I stood there looking at my living room while thinking about what I needed to fix the plug and decided then and there I needed a new coffee table so I went downstairs and got a rot iron type frame I dragged home one night from the side of the road.

I drag alot of stuff home on my way back from the pub in the middle of the night, like the other day I scooped up a solid wood tabletop from a kitchenette which is a good thing because it was to become the top of my new coffee table.
The thing looked like it had been in a war and scared everywhere.
My idea was to sand off the general surface but not go to far down and erase the scares.
I wanted it to have a distressed look to it.
Originally I was planning for a glass top but they wanted $120 for it and with my drunken friends one would drop a beer through it in no time so wood sounded better.

So for he next three hours I was in the basement measuring, sawing, sanding and creating one hell of a dust bowl until it was the way I wanted.
After washing it down with some mineral water I proceeded in staining it with a red oak stain I had used on the small park bench I built for the living room.

After finishing the staining I went upstairs to drill some holes in the base so I could screw in the top when it was dry.
When I got upstairs, I got a good rush, must have been high from the fumes of the stain.
After making the holes, all that was left was the actual installation of the top so I dropped on the couch and envisioned what it would look like with the coffee table there and noticed that rug needed cleaning.
So did the one in the TV room for that matter and if I did it now it would be a lot easier than it would be with the coffee table I figured so I went next door to the my parents place where we store the cleaning machines we kept after we closed the cleaning company and dragged out the steam cleaner and went next door to do the rug.

Well, you just can’t do a rug only.
I had the fucken machine there so I did all the rugs on the first floor.
I have hardwood floors but I put area rugs on them to save the floors and trust me, it was a good idea because if you look at what the floor around my desk looks like compared to the rest you wouldn’t know they were once the same.

After finishing the carpets I packed everything up and put it aside for now then went and brought up the table top to screw it to the base and I must say, that it looks great.
I’d take a picture but my digital camera died and it only takes drunk fuzzy pictures now but I am getting a new one so I will pop it up here when I do.

Having finished two jobs I wasn’t planning on doing today or any time soon I decided to go back to doing what I was to do in the first place and that was the plug in my mother’s washroom.
My mother has a small light she plugs in to that plug because she doesn’t like using the new one my brother installed because it has three of those bright lights on it and she says when she is on the toilet with the light on she feels like she is on stage with the spotlight on her while people are waiting to see a performance.

As I walked out the back I heard a commotion coming from my parent’s place so I quietly walked in through the back door and my parents were in the kitchen banging at each other with pots, pans, lids, strainers…
This is what happens when you get old and the hand pump goes limp and the well dries up, you beat each other with cookware to get off.

I asked them what the hell was going on and my mother runs up to me first, like she always does, to present her case.
My father protests of course.

My father decided that he was going to put in his wine today so he went to get some grape juice to bring home.
You go to the supplier and they sell you the grapes and squash them for a price then you bring it home.
My mother wanted some juice to make some biscuits she likes so she gave my father twenty bucks so he can’t throw in another box of grapes for some juice for her.

Well it seems that my mother thought my father short changed her on the juice so when he was having her strain the juice in the kitchen my mother was skimming off the top and hiding it in the fridge.
You’d think we were in the Mafia with all the skimming going on.
Well somewhere along the way my father opened the fridge and caught my mother skimming so they got into a fight and that’s when I walked in to find two eighty year olds sword fighting with pot lids for shields.

I just walked by them and went upstairs to fix the light and let them duke it out but I’d put my money on my mother, she usually wins.
It took me all of ten minutes to fix the plug and to call it in to the inspector then walked downstairs and found my mother making cookies.
See, I told you.

Have a nice weekend

Walker