NOT REALLY QUARANTINED DAY ____.
After Sunday morning’s lackluster dirt road ride, I promised myself two things:
- I would put a halt to my daily pandemic drinking.
- I would put a halt to my daily pandemic drinking starting Monday. Because on Sunday, I was gonna sit my tired, sunburned self on the porch and drink some beverages. Then roll a big fat stromboli filled with sausage, pepperoni, peppers, onions, tomato sauce, mozzarella, ricotta cheese, and any other foods not recommended for someone with high blood pressure and a rediscovered weight issue.
As I type this, it’s been more than 24 hours since I had a drink. That is longer than I’ve gone since the start of this shit show almost two months ago. Fuck this stupid pandemic! The way I’ve been going, “the” COVID won’t get me, but a fucked liver and hypertension will. Fuck that shit.
With that said, this Monday was about more than getting my bad Pandemic-A-Go-Go habits under control, it was also about getting shit done.
My main goal for the day was to start ripping out the unused dog pen that came with the Cul-de-Sac-Shack. I started with the decorative wood lattice and posts that were supposed to make the pen look more attractive (it didn’t), and then it was on to the chain-link fence.
Fist, I disabled all the fencing, then grabbed my Wifey-made face mask and headed to Home Despot™ to buy an angle grinder to replace the one I apparently lost/broke, and a blade to cut the metal posts down.
Once home, I set about ensconcing myself in some so not flame retardant, but better than shorts and flip-flops, clothing, gloves, and eyewear and then put diamond blade to post and got cutting!
I took a quick break to swap out the blade for a grinder and down a giant jug of water, and then I was back to makin’ sparks and grinding down metal to cement. Now all that is left to do is get some Quikrete and fill in the post holes, call the local junk man to pick up the fencing, and pick up some privacy shrubbery. Soon I’ll have me a nice little pad for my grill and a chair for me to sit and sip some lemon water while shit’s grillin’. Or once I get back to a non-Pandemic lifestyle, a chair, and some tasty adult beverages.
After all the mess was cleaned up, I scrubbed my buttocks, hung out with Wifey a bit, made dinner, experimented with some macro photography in the back yard, made dinner, processed photos, made B dinner when he got back from solo soccer practice at the kicking wall, and then started typing this completely unnecessary bullshit.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think that this blog would degrade into me talking about DIY projects. Tomorrow, I clean up all the dog shit in the yard, then manscape my hedges. STAY TUNED!