I am about to step in something.....
I want to have my basement ceiling finished by the time Julia gets home. It makes the room quieter, and better looking in case friends from St. Louis come for a couple of days.
I have a soffit that is 6 ft. by 29 ft. I would like to put a tin type ceiling in the space. And I want to screw it in place, not nail it, in case I have to remove it to get to the pipes in that area.
That's my plan.
I have no freakin' idea how to accomplish it.
Just thinking out loud here:
If I buy firring strips, I can screw them into the existing soffit cross beams. I can't use the cross beams to attach the tin panels, because they are not evenly spaced.
Once I get the firring strips screwed up, in more ways than one, I will put some insulation in to deaden the sound.
Then I will start screwing up, in more ways than one, the panels.
No ladder work, everything is reachable because it is a soffit and is only about 7 feet off the ground.
The tin type ceiling panels come in 2 x 4 sections.
I will need screws that match the panels......if that is possible. What if I spray paint them a close color?
Will it look stupid with screws showing? Or would they be looked at as part of the design?
Why have I decided on a tin type ceiling? Would an acoustical tile ceiling be better?
Why do I not make a decision and start the stupid project?
aaagh!!!
All this thinking has given me a headache.
And I have to do a blood test tomorrow, so I have not had anything to eat or drink in the last two hours and it is driving me insane.
Anyway, if anyone has any tips, experience, advice.....let me know.
I might even listen.
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Monday, October 20, 2014
and now the days have passed, I'm in the autumn of my years
I love fall
I just enjoy fall more than any other season.
Maybe it's the bite that comes in the air, sometimes unexpectedly. There is a crispness to the air that you don't get in summer or spring. The air seem fresher, cleaner, better for you.
I like that first heavy frost, the one that kills mosquitoes and flies....or at least slows them down so you can swat them.
I love campfires on chilly nights, when you turn away from the fire and let your eyes get accustomed to the dark, and you look in the sky and see the stars and try to imagine the constellations like Cassiopeia and Orion but you can never really find them because there are so many stars, and planes, and satellites zooming across the heavens and your attention gets drawn to them instead.
I love walking through leaves, with the crunching noise they make under your feet. No matter how hard you try to be quiet, the crushing leaves give you away.
I love the colors. The trees and bushes that go from green to red, yellow, brown, orange, purple. I went for a walk in Skare Park today and was awed by the colors and the smells. The pines along Fowler Road were so fragrant, it was like living in a potpourri bowl. The yellow of the maples, the oranges and reds of the oaks, the purplish red of the sumac.
I love the smell of burning leaves. I know, people have asthma and allergies and all, but it is a good smell in small doses.
Sometimes I can smell the fires people have in their houses. The scent of applewood being burned hangs in the air and pleases my senses.
I like putting on sweatshirts and sitting on the porch sipping a hot beverage. Or a glass of wine.
I love caramel apples and apple cinnamon doughnuts, fresh from the oven and still warm.
I love the crispness of a fresh apple. It has a different bite than one that has been stored in a warehouse for a few months.
My lawn always looks best in the fall. Weeds have died, the grass grows a little slower, and it just looks greener.
There always seems to be a hint of urgency in the fall. Outside projects need to be completed, crops harvested, Packer fans to tease, because we all know there is a time when none of that will be possible.
I know fall is thought of as the end of a cycle. The fall of life, the autumn of my years, the nearing of an end.
But I still love it. I don't think it is ever long enough, but I don't have control over that.
All I know is I want to really get out and experience fall, before it is too late.
I just enjoy fall more than any other season.
Maybe it's the bite that comes in the air, sometimes unexpectedly. There is a crispness to the air that you don't get in summer or spring. The air seem fresher, cleaner, better for you.
I like that first heavy frost, the one that kills mosquitoes and flies....or at least slows them down so you can swat them.
I love campfires on chilly nights, when you turn away from the fire and let your eyes get accustomed to the dark, and you look in the sky and see the stars and try to imagine the constellations like Cassiopeia and Orion but you can never really find them because there are so many stars, and planes, and satellites zooming across the heavens and your attention gets drawn to them instead.
I love walking through leaves, with the crunching noise they make under your feet. No matter how hard you try to be quiet, the crushing leaves give you away.
I love the colors. The trees and bushes that go from green to red, yellow, brown, orange, purple. I went for a walk in Skare Park today and was awed by the colors and the smells. The pines along Fowler Road were so fragrant, it was like living in a potpourri bowl. The yellow of the maples, the oranges and reds of the oaks, the purplish red of the sumac.
I love the smell of burning leaves. I know, people have asthma and allergies and all, but it is a good smell in small doses.
Sometimes I can smell the fires people have in their houses. The scent of applewood being burned hangs in the air and pleases my senses.
I like putting on sweatshirts and sitting on the porch sipping a hot beverage. Or a glass of wine.
I love caramel apples and apple cinnamon doughnuts, fresh from the oven and still warm.
I love the crispness of a fresh apple. It has a different bite than one that has been stored in a warehouse for a few months.
My lawn always looks best in the fall. Weeds have died, the grass grows a little slower, and it just looks greener.
There always seems to be a hint of urgency in the fall. Outside projects need to be completed, crops harvested, Packer fans to tease, because we all know there is a time when none of that will be possible.
I know fall is thought of as the end of a cycle. The fall of life, the autumn of my years, the nearing of an end.
But I still love it. I don't think it is ever long enough, but I don't have control over that.
All I know is I want to really get out and experience fall, before it is too late.
Sunday, October 19, 2014
come fly with me, let's fly away
I almost got my pilot's license
Yes, you read that right. Me, the guy afraid of heights and flying, once took flying lessons.
I had just started at the Rochelle News Leader and Milli Stansbury was the editor. She came up with the idea of me taking flying lessons at Rochelle airport. The paper would work out a deal....I got the lessons, did a story, the instructor got all the publicity and hopefully more students.
I admit, it was kind of fun.
The first time I took off and landed the plane was a thrill. Of course, there was an instructor sitting next to me. I don't remember his name, but it could have been Red. Or Wiley. I think Wiley. Or Red.
I once took off and as we zoomed over Ill. 251 my door opened. I looked out at the ground below with the damn door not where it should be. The instructor laughed and said not to pay any attention to that because I had bigger issues to deal with.
I pictured myself as a pilot. I thought it would be a piece of cake to fly my family to a vacation spot, maybe an island in one of the big lakes, or to a Cub game, or Florida.
The only problem I had was....I couldn't handle the thought of going solo. I was ready. The instructor said I was ready. Three times I said I needed to work on take offs, or landings, or navigation, or, you get the picture.
We would get in the plane and I would do everything while he watched. Take off. Land. Take off. Land. Easy as pie.
I tend to panic under pressure.
We had practiced going into a stall and coming out of it. I will never forget the sound of the stall alarm going off, and the plane beginning to spiral downward.
I thought I was gonna loose my lunch, the instructor just laughed like crazy. After what seemed an hour of watching the ground do a 360 in front of me, he told me how to correct it. I never could.
He would intentionally put me in a stall, and I would always start screaming. After hours of that, he would pull us out and tell me how easy that was to fix.
Meanwhile, I sat there in a puddle, sweat pouring out of every pore in my body.
But when we were up in the air, just cruising around the area, it was beautiful. The farms, the houses, the fields.....all look quite different from 2,000 feet.
I think I had almost 20 lessons.....the last three were supposed to be solos.
I didn't feel confident enough to do it. I knew a stall would kill me.
I often wonder how my life would have changed once I got a pilot's license.
Providing I survived the solo, that is.
Yes, you read that right. Me, the guy afraid of heights and flying, once took flying lessons.
I had just started at the Rochelle News Leader and Milli Stansbury was the editor. She came up with the idea of me taking flying lessons at Rochelle airport. The paper would work out a deal....I got the lessons, did a story, the instructor got all the publicity and hopefully more students.
I admit, it was kind of fun.
The first time I took off and landed the plane was a thrill. Of course, there was an instructor sitting next to me. I don't remember his name, but it could have been Red. Or Wiley. I think Wiley. Or Red.
I once took off and as we zoomed over Ill. 251 my door opened. I looked out at the ground below with the damn door not where it should be. The instructor laughed and said not to pay any attention to that because I had bigger issues to deal with.
I pictured myself as a pilot. I thought it would be a piece of cake to fly my family to a vacation spot, maybe an island in one of the big lakes, or to a Cub game, or Florida.
The only problem I had was....I couldn't handle the thought of going solo. I was ready. The instructor said I was ready. Three times I said I needed to work on take offs, or landings, or navigation, or, you get the picture.
We would get in the plane and I would do everything while he watched. Take off. Land. Take off. Land. Easy as pie.
I tend to panic under pressure.
We had practiced going into a stall and coming out of it. I will never forget the sound of the stall alarm going off, and the plane beginning to spiral downward.
I thought I was gonna loose my lunch, the instructor just laughed like crazy. After what seemed an hour of watching the ground do a 360 in front of me, he told me how to correct it. I never could.
He would intentionally put me in a stall, and I would always start screaming. After hours of that, he would pull us out and tell me how easy that was to fix.
Meanwhile, I sat there in a puddle, sweat pouring out of every pore in my body.
But when we were up in the air, just cruising around the area, it was beautiful. The farms, the houses, the fields.....all look quite different from 2,000 feet.
I think I had almost 20 lessons.....the last three were supposed to be solos.
I didn't feel confident enough to do it. I knew a stall would kill me.
I often wonder how my life would have changed once I got a pilot's license.
Providing I survived the solo, that is.
Saturday, October 18, 2014
not everything is golden
I don't like some things about Switzerland
Huh....never thought I would say that.
There are some parts of living in Switzerland I would not like.
Car gas prices. When we were there, gas was about 1.70 a liter. Considering there are 4.4 liters to a gallon, that is almost $8 a gallon for gas! People there tend to walk or bike more and drive smaller cars. But they still have to eventually put gas in a vehicle.
Recycling. Now I am a big believer in recycling. I do it at home. But the Swiss are taking it to a new level. Regular pickups of newspaper and composting material are made at the residences. But plastic, glass, aluminum all have to go to a recycling center. The one nearest Julia is a good one-quarter mile away. Composting materials are collected weekly....but they won't take the plastic bags you put it in, so you have to pick those up and reuse them or toss them. Milk cartons are now supposed to be recycled, but the recycling centers for those are at the grocery stores. Steel cans can be recycled at the recycling dump, which is open most days and one evening. Waste has to be disposed of in official garbage bags, which cost about $4 each. You buy those at the post office. This went into effect this year in an effort to increase recycled materials. It would work better if they made it easier to recycle.
Julia's tiny shower. Can't move my arms in it. Her shower is about 3 foot square, and it is tough to move around. The sink just outside the shower has a towel rod, and if you bend over the wrong way, you get a rather unpleasant surprise.
Walking uphill. Not as easy as you'd think.
When I'm there, I don't get to see my other daughter. She may consider that a good thing, but I don't.
Manual shift cars. I freak out whenever I think of driving a stick shift and getting stuck on the top of a hill and the car starts to slide and I kill the engine and I can't restart it and people start honking and I keep going backward and I start sweating and.....I don't like driving stick on mountains!
Time shifts. I find myself tired early and awake early....not used to that.
A short list? I agree.
I know there are other aspects I don't like, but that's all I have right now.
Huh....never thought I would say that.
There are some parts of living in Switzerland I would not like.
Car gas prices. When we were there, gas was about 1.70 a liter. Considering there are 4.4 liters to a gallon, that is almost $8 a gallon for gas! People there tend to walk or bike more and drive smaller cars. But they still have to eventually put gas in a vehicle.
Recycling. Now I am a big believer in recycling. I do it at home. But the Swiss are taking it to a new level. Regular pickups of newspaper and composting material are made at the residences. But plastic, glass, aluminum all have to go to a recycling center. The one nearest Julia is a good one-quarter mile away. Composting materials are collected weekly....but they won't take the plastic bags you put it in, so you have to pick those up and reuse them or toss them. Milk cartons are now supposed to be recycled, but the recycling centers for those are at the grocery stores. Steel cans can be recycled at the recycling dump, which is open most days and one evening. Waste has to be disposed of in official garbage bags, which cost about $4 each. You buy those at the post office. This went into effect this year in an effort to increase recycled materials. It would work better if they made it easier to recycle.
Julia's tiny shower. Can't move my arms in it. Her shower is about 3 foot square, and it is tough to move around. The sink just outside the shower has a towel rod, and if you bend over the wrong way, you get a rather unpleasant surprise.
Walking uphill. Not as easy as you'd think.
When I'm there, I don't get to see my other daughter. She may consider that a good thing, but I don't.
Manual shift cars. I freak out whenever I think of driving a stick shift and getting stuck on the top of a hill and the car starts to slide and I kill the engine and I can't restart it and people start honking and I keep going backward and I start sweating and.....I don't like driving stick on mountains!
Time shifts. I find myself tired early and awake early....not used to that.
A short list? I agree.
I know there are other aspects I don't like, but that's all I have right now.
Friday, October 17, 2014
raindrops on roses and crisp apple strudel
There are many things I miss about Switzerland
First and foremost is daughter Julia. To refresh your memory, she pulled a Gilligan. She went to Switzerland on a 3 year tour in 2002.....and is still there. She does speak French well enough to get along with people, shop keepers, border guards, and a host of other lines of work, and has a wide circle of friends from very different cultural backgrounds.
(By the way, Gilligan was the main character in a TV sitcom called Gilligan's Island, which was incredibly stupid and highly entertaining at the same time. Mainly because of the females in the cast, especially Marianne. If you are under age 40 you may not know that.)
Second would be Julia's circle of friends. We went out for drinks one night and there was a representative from England, Portugal, Germany, and Trinidad. We went for fondue and around the table were a Brit, a woman from Ukraine, Irish, Brit, German, Spain, and the United States. George and Monica came for dinner one night. She is Swiss, he is from California. We had dessert with Craig and Yvonne. She is German, he is from England. Kevin (USA) and Christina (Spain) took me hiking and were so patient with me......these two are crazy long and fast hikers, and here they were plugging up the hill, making sure I knew when a slippery place came. Craig and Yvonne and George and Monica have children. The youngest, not even four, and the older ones speak English, German, and French. They are cute as buttons and a heap of fun.
Fresh croissants, and bread, and sweet treats probably would be third. I loved going up to the patisserie in the morning for a croissant and a baguette. A couple of times I bought lovely sweets for dessert or an afternoon snack. No bread in the states compares with the baguette...especially when it is still warm.
Fourth...the view.
Fifth....the town of Chardonne. I just love walking the streets and listening to the people. The houses are pretty cool too.
Sixth....the view. I know, I am repeating myself but it is a great view.
Another thing I miss is British TV. They had a series called Nazi Megastructures which was on Channel 4, not BBC. I watched the first two dealing with Hitler's bunkers and the sub complex in Lorient, France, and would love to see the next four. But according toe the website, Channel 4 is only broadcast in the UK and on authorized satellite providers. There was a show called 4 in a Bed. No, I did not watch it because I thought it was porn, I watched because Jackie was watching it. They get 4 bed and breakfast operators and everyone visits the others' operations and rates them. At the end of the show they explain their ratings and determine the winner. A food show was based on five strangers being put into a group and each night for a week a different person cooks a meal and plans entertainment in their home for the other four. Creativity counts. Restoration shows. Home buying shows. Good TV and not available here.
Nestle ice tea with peach. I have tried the Lipton one, but it is too sweet.
The Swiss recycle almost everything. Seriously, milk cartons? They take it seriously but they don't make it easy on people.
Trying to speak French. My French is lousy. No doubt about it. But it is really neat to be in a place where everything is different and you really have to concentrate on what people say. I know a lot of people think that is annoying and everything should be like it is in the states......but what would be the fun in that?
The lake lights. When a storm or strong wind is coming, yellow beacons start flashing on the docks of the piers in the various towns. I can't explain it, but when I see the lights come on, I look forward to seeing what the storm is going to do. I guess I am a light watcher.
Public transportation. Buses and trains go almost everywhere.,
And tomorrow you may learn about what I don't miss. It's not all roses in the land of chocolate.
First and foremost is daughter Julia. To refresh your memory, she pulled a Gilligan. She went to Switzerland on a 3 year tour in 2002.....and is still there. She does speak French well enough to get along with people, shop keepers, border guards, and a host of other lines of work, and has a wide circle of friends from very different cultural backgrounds.
(By the way, Gilligan was the main character in a TV sitcom called Gilligan's Island, which was incredibly stupid and highly entertaining at the same time. Mainly because of the females in the cast, especially Marianne. If you are under age 40 you may not know that.)
Second would be Julia's circle of friends. We went out for drinks one night and there was a representative from England, Portugal, Germany, and Trinidad. We went for fondue and around the table were a Brit, a woman from Ukraine, Irish, Brit, German, Spain, and the United States. George and Monica came for dinner one night. She is Swiss, he is from California. We had dessert with Craig and Yvonne. She is German, he is from England. Kevin (USA) and Christina (Spain) took me hiking and were so patient with me......these two are crazy long and fast hikers, and here they were plugging up the hill, making sure I knew when a slippery place came. Craig and Yvonne and George and Monica have children. The youngest, not even four, and the older ones speak English, German, and French. They are cute as buttons and a heap of fun.
Fresh croissants, and bread, and sweet treats probably would be third. I loved going up to the patisserie in the morning for a croissant and a baguette. A couple of times I bought lovely sweets for dessert or an afternoon snack. No bread in the states compares with the baguette...especially when it is still warm.
Fourth...the view.
Fifth....the town of Chardonne. I just love walking the streets and listening to the people. The houses are pretty cool too.
Sixth....the view. I know, I am repeating myself but it is a great view.
Another thing I miss is British TV. They had a series called Nazi Megastructures which was on Channel 4, not BBC. I watched the first two dealing with Hitler's bunkers and the sub complex in Lorient, France, and would love to see the next four. But according toe the website, Channel 4 is only broadcast in the UK and on authorized satellite providers. There was a show called 4 in a Bed. No, I did not watch it because I thought it was porn, I watched because Jackie was watching it. They get 4 bed and breakfast operators and everyone visits the others' operations and rates them. At the end of the show they explain their ratings and determine the winner. A food show was based on five strangers being put into a group and each night for a week a different person cooks a meal and plans entertainment in their home for the other four. Creativity counts. Restoration shows. Home buying shows. Good TV and not available here.
Nestle ice tea with peach. I have tried the Lipton one, but it is too sweet.
The Swiss recycle almost everything. Seriously, milk cartons? They take it seriously but they don't make it easy on people.
Trying to speak French. My French is lousy. No doubt about it. But it is really neat to be in a place where everything is different and you really have to concentrate on what people say. I know a lot of people think that is annoying and everything should be like it is in the states......but what would be the fun in that?
The lake lights. When a storm or strong wind is coming, yellow beacons start flashing on the docks of the piers in the various towns. I can't explain it, but when I see the lights come on, I look forward to seeing what the storm is going to do. I guess I am a light watcher.
Public transportation. Buses and trains go almost everywhere.,
And tomorrow you may learn about what I don't miss. It's not all roses in the land of chocolate.
Thursday, October 16, 2014
Home again, home again, jiggity jig
I buy a lot of weird stuff...and just stuff
Allors, we have unpacked the suitcases and even I am a little surprised.
Understand, we buy and bring back only essentials:
Oh woe is me....someone must be getting some Swiss slippers as souvenirs!!
And Emily had a special order in for chocolate bars and Julia bought some Kit Kat bars for her sister....they don't have this kind in the states.
And I know a certain daughter who loves pan chocolate....so there are three of them in a bag. Now they were fresh at 6:30 a.m. Thursday in Switzerland.....and they were not crushed. Pan chocolate are a pastry filled with chocolate .... very good!! There are also some slightly mangled bread sticks, which are my favorites. A table runner for Julia, and a wooden cow round out the souvenirs.
And of course, a trip back always means wine. This is from the vineyard down the street from Julia's house. Pinot noir, which is a great wine. I also bought two yard tools in France. I had one I bought three years ago, it was great until I ran over it with the mower.
If you have a cold, the menthol laced tissues are great. Sold in France, they are a special request from a couple of people back here....right Sheri?
What? Lindt bars? Guess they were on sale and I could not resist. Plus the flavors of creme brule. intense mint and Irish Whiskey seemed especially tasty.
Seriously... shit for our lips. Julia bought these in Vevey....they are made in the USA!!
Close up of my new tools.
Stocking up for a long fall and winter!
The flight back was good....but that damn walker disappeared again. It was with us on the plane in Geneva and they promised it would be in Chicago with the rest of our luggage.
Hopefully, it will be delivered tomorrow.
It is now 2:30 in the morning in Switzerland....which means we have been up 20 hours.
I don't feel real tired, but I bet tomorrow is a sleep in day!
Allors, we have unpacked the suitcases and even I am a little surprised.
Understand, we buy and bring back only essentials:
Oh woe is me....someone must be getting some Swiss slippers as souvenirs!!
And Emily had a special order in for chocolate bars and Julia bought some Kit Kat bars for her sister....they don't have this kind in the states.
And I know a certain daughter who loves pan chocolate....so there are three of them in a bag. Now they were fresh at 6:30 a.m. Thursday in Switzerland.....and they were not crushed. Pan chocolate are a pastry filled with chocolate .... very good!! There are also some slightly mangled bread sticks, which are my favorites. A table runner for Julia, and a wooden cow round out the souvenirs.
And of course, a trip back always means wine. This is from the vineyard down the street from Julia's house. Pinot noir, which is a great wine. I also bought two yard tools in France. I had one I bought three years ago, it was great until I ran over it with the mower.
If you have a cold, the menthol laced tissues are great. Sold in France, they are a special request from a couple of people back here....right Sheri?
What? Lindt bars? Guess they were on sale and I could not resist. Plus the flavors of creme brule. intense mint and Irish Whiskey seemed especially tasty.
Stocking up for a long fall and winter!
The flight back was good....but that damn walker disappeared again. It was with us on the plane in Geneva and they promised it would be in Chicago with the rest of our luggage.
Hopefully, it will be delivered tomorrow.
It is now 2:30 in the morning in Switzerland....which means we have been up 20 hours.
I don't feel real tired, but I bet tomorrow is a sleep in day!
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
off we go, into the wild blue yonder
I won't sleep much tonight
I have not had a lot of caffeine. And I did have some wine. But we get on a plane tomorrow and I always have a little anxiety.
Hell, it's more than a little.
I don't like to fly. Well, actually, I don't like to land and take off. But cruising is pretty good. Mostly, unless we hit turbulence.
Where is the hurricane now? Will we have turbulence flying over it? Is it raining in Chicago? What's the forecast?
Ah, jeez.
We went out for dinner tonight at a little bar on the marche in Vevey. This is a large area where they have the markets and this weekend, a circus. Usually it is a car park.
Tonight we at at Gilbert's bar. He used to be manager of Kings, a bar that was notorious for several reasons. Now he manages this bar, which has a name I don't remember.
We had a paper thin crust pizza....which was super good.
The weekend I went hiking, the girls came here and a former Swiss football team member hit on Jackie...... I saw him tonight and trust me, I am the prize here!
Anyway, I took a stroll today after getting the suitcases packed. Stopped at the patisserie for a Chardonne, which is the heavily sugared pastry I had before. It is very good.
Now all I have to do is go to bed, go to sleep, and wake up. Sounds simple, no?
Thanks to all of you who have read these posts about our trip to Switzerland. I checked stats tonight and his blog has over 12,000 views since I started last Jan. 1. Many from this month.
I hope it has brought you some laughs, some thoughts, and some fun.
I hope to do one tomorrow, but it's a long flight........
I will be posting some pictures to Facebook later.
The barrels are dividers....small seating area outside.....two tables and a bench!
I have not had a lot of caffeine. And I did have some wine. But we get on a plane tomorrow and I always have a little anxiety.
Hell, it's more than a little.
I don't like to fly. Well, actually, I don't like to land and take off. But cruising is pretty good. Mostly, unless we hit turbulence.
Where is the hurricane now? Will we have turbulence flying over it? Is it raining in Chicago? What's the forecast?
Ah, jeez.
We went out for dinner tonight at a little bar on the marche in Vevey. This is a large area where they have the markets and this weekend, a circus. Usually it is a car park.
Tonight we at at Gilbert's bar. He used to be manager of Kings, a bar that was notorious for several reasons. Now he manages this bar, which has a name I don't remember.
We had a paper thin crust pizza....which was super good.
The weekend I went hiking, the girls came here and a former Swiss football team member hit on Jackie...... I saw him tonight and trust me, I am the prize here!
Anyway, I took a stroll today after getting the suitcases packed. Stopped at the patisserie for a Chardonne, which is the heavily sugared pastry I had before. It is very good.
Now all I have to do is go to bed, go to sleep, and wake up. Sounds simple, no?
Thanks to all of you who have read these posts about our trip to Switzerland. I checked stats tonight and his blog has over 12,000 views since I started last Jan. 1. Many from this month.
I hope it has brought you some laughs, some thoughts, and some fun.
I hope to do one tomorrow, but it's a long flight........
I will be posting some pictures to Facebook later.
The barrels are dividers....small seating area outside.....two tables and a bench!
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