“I’m losing my words. “

We broke for lunch fairly early today, though the work was going unexpectedly well, because I hit a wall and for once had the sense to stop. When I’m by myself and I’ve had too much work in the hot sun I don’t always recognize it, and I’ll just waste effort while my mind wanders into the weeds and plays with its toes. In this case we were discussing options for roof flashing, a subject never far from BB’s thoughts, and I was just having difficulty forming common words. It was time to stop, have some lunch and a lot of water, and take half an hour or 45 minutes to get ourselves back to firing on all cylinders.

Speaking of dumb decisions, what’s wrong with this picture?

If you said, “Joel, you appear to be walling up your porch table,” you win. We had to undo a little work to rescue it.

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2 Responses to “I’m losing my words. “

  1. Robert says:

    Better than finishing the job and then wondering what happened to the table.

    Kinda like repairing a tear in a pair of pants while holding them in your lap and laughing about the absurd possibility of attaching them to the pants you are wearing while not realizing you are demonstrating prescience. Speaking of a friend. Yeah, that’s it- someone not me.

  2. Judy says:

    Dude…The first thing you do when you start a project is fix yourself a jug of water. It only takes a second. You two ain’t 20something any more.

To the stake with the heretic!