I blog a little more than every other day. What about you? My husband Charlie hasn't had a lot of time for blogging lately. . . He's been doing things like organizing Scout Camps, and tearing the tires off of his red truck with his black, calloused hands. : )
Sunday night, he had half a dozen guys over here, all trying to rip the left front tire off the frame of that blasted truck. Evidently it was stuck, had rusted onto the chassey. After trying various tactics, and recruiting various neighbors, Charlie, and his friend Steve, across the street's son Justice had a flash of inspiration. Why not take a big sledge hammer, rig a 2 x 4 in the right place as a cushion, and smack on out of there! Whatdaya know! It worked! : ) Took them about 5 hours to figure it out, but I think, I'm guessin', it was probably 5 hours of fun! Fun hanging with the guys! And they were on a mission, united in purpose, makin' it happen! That's my Baby! That's my hottsie tottsie man! Organizing a party, inadvertently, and creating a feeling of brotherhood in the process. No wonder they made him Scoutmaster. : )
He'd originally wanted to go buy a new front tire for his other truck, the one he's taking to Camp Tomahawk, but I suggested that maybe it would be better for him to show up at church, and respect the Sabbath Day by not entertaining these heathen tire shops with his patronage. Guess he should've just gone with his gut, cause it sure was a chore getting that last tire off of the 'back up vehicle'. . . And then the stores were all closed, and he had to swap all four. . . But I'm sure he'll be blessed for his reverence/dedication in the long run. Maybe like that time when he accidentally backed into that mini-van at the ball park, and the owner didn't want him to fix it. Huh? Yeah, exactly.
What an enigma, Sundays. . . It just good Karma to show respect. : )
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