End of Summer...
Well, with temps in the mid-40's, like clockwork, summer is winding down (note play on words - clockwork...winding down). Then up into the 70's. In the convertible yesterday afternoon, it even called for a sweater.
We have a big sale today, and another in 7 days, and then another in 60 days. That will leave us with 4 spec homes next year to sell that are already built or nearly completion. Gives me lots of latitude to change directions.
Friday night lights. The booster club just bought a canon and now half the dads are down there blasting away.
Lucas is getting in the habit of inviting people over, and before I know it half the football team is sleeping over, with kids sleeping everywhere from the media room, to the screened porch, to my living room couches. Good kids though. As I tell Lucas, Lulu the dog gets a lot of privileges and a long leash (I know, too clever by half), and the way to get treated the same is to be well-behaved. It's probably weird for the kids seeing a single dad flex with pancakes, house work, dinners and the like. I'm sure the Moms drive the show in most of their households and the dads have a different role altogether.
We really suck this year on the baseball diamond, after winning the championship 2 years in a row. Errors galore and quiet bats.
I'm always tinkering around my house with this and that project - if you can call converting the existing 2 car garage into a large man-cave with ping pong, theater grade TV area, and an electronic dart board. This week will be the finish line.
I live in Milford PA, a cool town, with a fastidious block road grid and lots of charm.
Lulu has lots of perches she hangs out on. She likes how the bluestone heats up on a sunny day.
Jared Covit's all up in arms over the photo I cut and pasted from the internet, threatening this and that. You'd have to wonder how many baseless causes of action he would file before learning a lesson.
I'm rereading Killer Angels, a Michael Shaara historical fiction account of the Battle of Gettysburg and listening to a true crime audio book on the Murdaugh family in South Carolina. Killer Angels, written in 1974, places the disastrous battle for the confederacy squarely on the lap of General Lee, who seems, in this book, to be engaging in this battle in order to bring the war to a close - win or lose.