The Husbear has grown tired of scraping frost and ice from the windshields in the winter time, so he wanted a carport. So we’re building a carport. Well, I’m building a carport. He’s assisting me. Not that we don’t have enough projects we’re constantly working on.
Lowe’s Delivery shorted me 10 pieces of roofing, which I finally received today. So barring any rain this coming weekend, I’ll get those last pieces installed.
There will be one other vehicle bay, but that won’t be built until sometime next year. We have to level the land for it first, but that won’t be until next year. But at least for now the Jeep and the Prius have a place to sleep.
“And remember what my mother said… ‘A hole’s a hole.’ A guy doesn’t really care who’s attached to it.” “Sounds like Grammy.” #shameless
— November 30, 2016 at 06:12PM
My turn to pick the theme this month with Blobby, and I finally went with songs about a particular city. It could be any city, but the song should be in some way about that city.
Which sounds really lame now that I have time to sit and think about it. But in for a penny, in for a pound.
I’m sorry this one is late. That whole upgrading my website thing.
While this one is not about a named particular city, it could be any city. This song holds a really weird place in my heart. Not for the song, but from a memory that’s evoked when I hear it. A very happy memory. So I’m using it this week.
I give you “Downtown”, by the one and only Petula Clark:
… not that I went anywhere. I was still here physically. But I couldn’t get into my blog.
I upgraded my site to use https instead of plain-old http. And in doing so, I somehow managed to lock myself out of my wordpress database. Meaning I wasn’t able to post directly. But I finally managed to get myself in, and the remainder of the site converted over to using https instead.
Now if I could just get a stable Internet connection at home. Damn you CenturyLink. Day 3…