The Meaning of Bo Chi
I'm enjoying the new place. It's such a relief to be able to do more or less as I please, be it cooking or having co-workers over for poker. Ok, I haven't had anyone over, and the only thing I've cooked so far is rice, but I have the option. Karnie's a great roommate, too. I lucked out here. I've been getting the feeling from Diane that she may be a little insecure about the issue. Perhaps it's just me. I'll have to sit down and talk to her about it.In other news, I'm no longer sleeping on the floor. I picked up my fouton last night, and assembled it in under two hours. Not bad when you consider all I has to work with was a sheetmetal wrench, a stripped allen key and one page parts explosion detail that looked like it had been drawn by an 8 year old. It didn't take long for me to toss the useless instructions and build it by memory of what it looked like in the store. It works though. I slept on it last night, and it's actually quite comfortable.
Also, I'm feeling more magical again lately. Winter Solstice is in less than a month, and I'm thinking about doing something, if I'm not travelling. Perhaps, if I am, I'll incorporate travel into my plans....
2 Comments:
You sound like my dh.
He could change a tire with a butter knife.
He has a full basement full of tools (he was a carpenter, jack of all trades and mechanically inclined) but in a pinch he knows how to improvise.
I found your blog by either a scrapbooking site or probably clicking next blog over and over.
However I found it I find myself chuckling at some of your posts...which is a good thing some days.
I'm glad you enjoy it. Feel free to stop by anytime.
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