I think I waste too much time thinking about what to write instead of writing, and then I go read Lani's stuff and it's just such a kick.
There's a wooden floor in my office. Maria told me the floors suck, but the part I uncovered did not leave me with that impression.
But then the part I uncovered was covered by a rug, under a radiator. It was the radiator that I moved that revealed enough of the rug to make me want to take up the rug in my office and refinish the floor.
The problem with this is that my next step, actually the before the floor step, would be to tear down the panelling and clean up the walls beneath, but I'm not really interested in doing this much work
But I might unpanel my back wall, but I'm afraid I wouldn't stop, and I'd end up with completely redoing a room I've no time for.
But, I might just create a littl rack like thing, or buy one, and hang up my Mauser. I've already made up a story about how it was my grandfather's gun in World War I, but he was a medic, I think, so I can't imagine he'd have been that well armed, if at all.
And that's all for the moment.
I love you.
Smiley face and a big hug.
Your posts aren’t worse than my first posts, just keep writing and let your thoughts become words. Eventually you’ll create words that make sense. (Of course, I Always make sense. But I’m special that way.)