July 4, 2013
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I pick up some plywood and liquid nails (caulk) at Brian's request. seems he has the urge to replace the wood under both kitchen and bathroom sinks. ok. plus, I pick up an electric eel. 30 bucks for four hours to rent it (one of those electric rooter dealies, to unclog clogged clogs). the last 4 times I rented one, it took all of those 4 hours to ream all 50 feet and back twice. this time it only took a good hour and 15! meanwhile, Brian wanted to get in the way so he cuts some plywood to fit over the rotten particle board already under the sink. that's fine, it forced me to take a break every now and then so I could drink some water. I pull away some of the wood-panel submarine skirting outside to see why there's so much water under the porch. seems one of the screw clamps wasn't tight enough on the main drain elbow below the trailer (the elbow I had replaced last year sprung a leak...wait, "SPRUNG" is a word? I was waitin' for it to show me that squiggly spell check underline...wait! "SQUIGGLY" is a word too?! heheh. nevermind. wait, now it's showing me 'NEVERMIND' isn't a word *fart* good gawd, how I get distracted easily
.the second half of the day became sunny and nice, so some lawn chair sittin'/beer drinkin' was in order. later yet, I watch a couple 3 episodes of a show called XIII (13). it's not unlike the Bourne series. where amnesia meets good guy/bad guy CIA insiders. who do you trust, etc.
this morning, I hit McDonald's for breakfast, then hit Michigan's own Pacific Coast Highway (alright, not as pretty, but cool non-the less). it's a road that stretches betwixt Holland and Grand Haven, that is hugely scenic and winding. I would have tried hitting the beach (around the corner), but that's a damn suicide mission on a holiday (million mile long lines to get in), so I passed it up. on the way home, I hit my favorite beer store for a sixer of oarsman ale, and hit that lawn chair once again with my MP3 blasting 'They Might Be Giants'
.Brian just came home and said "grillin' will commence 'round 5-ish" (Fyvush Finkel?) "...so be on your best behavior when [peroxide blondie] gets here!" I reply; "yes dad", then added, "I'll have to have more beer to be on my best behavior", popping a dead soldier out of my beer cozy and reloading it with a fresh bottle. wait, why do suppose he said that? I'm not that unruly drunk that hits on every woman around. this isn't his first date with her. she knows that I like to drink beer. does he simply like to act like he controls everything concerning me and this place? YES! he even pulls this, after I use the bathroom. he'll ask "did you wash your hands?" again, I reply; "yes dad". did I mention his OCD nature? you know i did
.anyway, back to that lawn chair...
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