At…drillpoint?
My husband admonished me for failing to blog. Who knew.
So, what have I done lately that’s not going to bore you to tears? Oh, we visited a pretty cool flea market Sunday morning. Bought two books–remind me to take more money next time because OMG are there venders with very inexpensive paperbacks. I grabbed two authors I’ve heard plenty of buzz about but hadn’t taken the plunge to buy at the bookstore or online. For a buck? Heck yeah I’ll bite. I totally understand and support buying books at USB’s or flea markets. It’s my intention to “try out” these authors and if I like them, you can bet I’ll be looking for their other books. (And talk the books up!)
Anyhoot, it was nice to get out of town and do it “cheaply”. As you might remember, I have no kitchen, and just dealt with felling a huge tree that decided to be a wig for our garage. Seems like all my money is being dropped at local hardware stores. However, I have walls now, the drywall is up (THANKS NEIGHBOR MIKE!!!) and we’re almost ready to sand. Half the crappy floor tiles, okay, maybe a third of them, have been pried, pulled and coerced from the floor. Dear lord, it’s insane.
I’ve been writing, or trying to. Watching Olympics when I can, working, ah, yes, the fun of that day job.
That’s about it. Wish I had more to talk about, but any more excitement might just kill me.
Ciao~
