And I thought dad was the dinosaur. Here I am, writing my first blog, as it is, in the world of computers, cable, telecom, and teleportation...ok, so the last is a bit ahead of myself. My caveat at this time, is forgive me if I go astray. I happen to have Big Edburger sitting next to me playing on the other computer, and he doesn't play without talking, arguing, and yelling at the computer. I swear he and Tom are so much alike. The other morning, Jim sat in my lap for 45 mins, almost dead to the world, just watching tv after he woke. Though I could do nothing, compared to when Tom woke, and I could get up, my ears were at peace. Tom didn't require me to sit with him, but the assault of, "hey dad...." was unrelenting. This included several, "hey dad...oh, I forgot." Then Billy, went with me in the car to and from Grammy's on Sunday; just him and I. I don't think there were a total of 5 sentences between us the whole time.
That aside, Cabo it wasn't here, but excitement it was. We had 86 on one or two days, and plenty of water...without the ocean. Katie wouldn't go near that thing, anyway. As you can see here, the kids thoroughly enjoyed it. And our puddle area across the street was twice as deep. My trench area sunk a couple of inches here and there and has to be added to, but the drain itself did what it was meant to do. I don't know how much Bob's Landscaping would charge, but to me it was worth my 50 hours of back breaking labor to witness the water go down my pipe like flushing a toilet, and to be able to walk into a dry garage day after day. Enough blah blah for now. Welcome home Goonboy! We'll keep that in mind for my 50th...how's the weather in December?
good job on the picture, dad
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