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July 15, 2006
beside the white chickens
so i guess i've not done this in a little while. to all you regular readers out there who hang upon my every word i apologize for my long absence. alot has been going on in the life of not so young christopher. first and foremost i bought this pretty amazing house in historic st. elmo - a sprawling victorian built just before the turn of the century. (that would be the 19th century for those scoring along at home) and it's kind of been a thrilling/overwhelming experience all at the same time. and the thing about buying a house is - there are alot of first time things that you get to experience for example: sleeping in the house for the very first time. which was very uncomfortable because i didn't have anything in the way of bedding and those hardwood floors throughout - while glorious to behold are not so comfortable to sleep on. there are also other first time things that have varying degrees of significance - first phone conversation - first song written - first kiss. the first kiss thing hasn't happened yet. probably won't until i get around to hanging a swing on the front porch. then it's game on. because seriously - i do some of my b.e.s.t work on the front porch. up to and including my patented move that is often referred to as the wraparound by the chosen few delighted enough to have experienced it.
well today i had the pleasure of going out to sears and buying my very first lawnmower. a fire engine red craftsman 6.0 horsepower briggs & stratton engine and oversided rear tires. but not self-propelled in any way. there are those out there who will tell you to let the machine do the work. i am not one of those people. anyway, it was pretty fantastic mowing a lawn again. as an apartment dweller for the last several years yardwork is not something that i have done very often. which is probably why i overdid a bit tody. because in addition to mowing i pruned the tree in the front yard and hacked down the brambly bush out near the sidewalk. now i'm all sunburned (and sobbing with my head on the floor) and just kind of exhausted after 5 consecutive hours in direct sunlite (indirect?) but the yard looks pretty fantastic and the chore chart is that much smaller and now i have plenty of time to get back to scraping paint off of the hardwood floors.
just a sidenote here - if any of you ever have occasion to own a home with hardwoord floors or beautifully crafted mouldings(crown or otherwise)/and or fireplaces - please. do not paint them. because the poor bastard who swoops into the house after you vacate will have to spend hours on his hands and knees scraping and scraping - even as he cuts off all contact with friends and family neglecting his work responsiblities and next thing you know - he's barely scraping by. also, i'm not exactly certain if this is a theologically sound statement to be making but if you choose to ignore my advice and paint those floors/mouldings/fireplaces anyway - i'm pretty sure that's the sort of thing that could cause a person to lose their salvation. which sounds about right to me.
anyway, i hope everyone has a rockin' weekend - as for me, i'm about to slip some manilow into the tape deck and sink down to the very bottom of the cast iron bathtub to enjoy a soothing bubble bath (i just got this great cabbage flavoured body scrub i'm dying to try) with a glass of red wine by my side and a copy of this month's entertainment weekly. cheers.
| By young_christopher | 7:00 PM