After not having any hex signs to paint in a while, it would appear they, to, come in cycles. First the order for the small outdoor Love and Happy Home, which sent me to the lumber yard for more plywood and turned the dining room into a wood shop once again, now more. I had the intuition to get both wood for the smaller size and enough of the thicker plywood for a couple of 2' circles as well... and a good thing it was...

After having gotten -- once again -- excited when the adventure of Monday turned up another FSBO that would have fit our budget, even if not a particularly good fit in the infrastructure department, last night left me, once again, singing "Another one Bites the Dust."

But I get ahead of myself.

The house had a FSBO sign with name and phone number and I called... and called again... and yesterday morning he returned the call. Yeah, of course he would... on...

It is a point of constant humor that must have some basis in reality... the scenario of sending the spouse to the store for a cabbage and they come back with a tomato, chips, a ham, beer and, if you are lucky, the cabbage??

Well that was me this evening.

However even more humorous was my trip to the lumberyard earlier on. You know the one... I needed a piece of plywood from which to cut a 1 foot circle to fill an order for a hex sign.

Since I am out of...

Today is getting off to a late start. Gods I hate this, when I go to bed at the proper time and yet do not awaken until well after sun-up. But I must have needed the sleep... I was stressed yesterday by the news that one of my favorite sons-in-law had been rushed to the hospital, unconscious, from work, and I spent a considerable amount of time doing a Working for him in sacred space. The report is good, he apparently...

Y'all are likely going to get tired of reading my raps about the cool mornings, but you have to realize that I am still in awe of Maine's climate. After all, other than a brief winter in the NC mountains, I had been in the south -- in places where "summer" is a 9-month event -- since 1998 when I moved from Portland, OR to Austin TX.

So yeah, I am sitting here in Milo, Maine with all my doors and windows open and wearing SWEATS at present. Taking out the trash and hanging...