I can haul, I can haul, I can haul
(Set to "I can fly" from Peter Pan)
I have a pickup! It’s my daughter’s “Oregon rig” now parked here. I’ll amend that to read “running” pickup as my 1962 Ford F100 isn’t. Running, that is. Too bad because it is darling and I look very cute at the wheel. Since I have with no automotive repair knowledge, no mechanic-type man hanging around my door, and an aversion to getting grease on my hands, it will likely continue to claim garage space.
A running pickup presents so many opportunities besides the obvious hauling wet dogs home after a swim. Oh, oh, camping. I haven’t camped once in the past two years. That’s sad. My tent probably has moth holes but I know exactly where it is, my camp- model espresso maker as well.
And household projects galore. Is that a good thing? Mostly yes. When you see the word “check” read checkbook.
Need barkdust. Check.
Need gravel. Check.
Lumber! How I love lumber yards – logger’s daughter that I am. Here come built-in bookshelves (check) in the skylight room, for wont of a better name, because there’s a skylight. It used to be part of the porch but somewhere along the line it was finished into an interior room, oddly enough with no windows. Maybe I should call it the former porch room. It’s a dilemma. New idea: I could install windows (check,) now that I can haul stuff.
I fear my ideas outpace my checkbook. Must remember my New Years resolution is to complete one project before starting another. Unresolved technicality: do unfinished projects begun in prior years count?
I have a pickup! It’s my daughter’s “Oregon rig” now parked here. I’ll amend that to read “running” pickup as my 1962 Ford F100 isn’t. Running, that is. Too bad because it is darling and I look very cute at the wheel. Since I have with no automotive repair knowledge, no mechanic-type man hanging around my door, and an aversion to getting grease on my hands, it will likely continue to claim garage space.
A running pickup presents so many opportunities besides the obvious hauling wet dogs home after a swim. Oh, oh, camping. I haven’t camped once in the past two years. That’s sad. My tent probably has moth holes but I know exactly where it is, my camp- model espresso maker as well.
And household projects galore. Is that a good thing? Mostly yes. When you see the word “check” read checkbook.
Need barkdust. Check.
Need gravel. Check.
Lumber! How I love lumber yards – logger’s daughter that I am. Here come built-in bookshelves (check) in the skylight room, for wont of a better name, because there’s a skylight. It used to be part of the porch but somewhere along the line it was finished into an interior room, oddly enough with no windows. Maybe I should call it the former porch room. It’s a dilemma. New idea: I could install windows (check,) now that I can haul stuff.
I fear my ideas outpace my checkbook. Must remember my New Years resolution is to complete one project before starting another. Unresolved technicality: do unfinished projects begun in prior years count?
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