You put you right foot in. You take your right foot out. You put your right foot in. And you shake it all about.
Once more Chuck and Wanda are doing the three step boogie.
By the way, "Dancing With The Stars" I watched for five minutes the first season it was on. Lots of people like it and if nothing else the contestants work hard and it is entertaining. The concept is much better than "Splash" or "Once I Was Sort Of A Celebrity But Now Can't Get A Job So I Need Donald Trump To Make Me An Apprentice."
Oh...oh...oh....before I forget. "Survivor" is another one I don't watch, but....saw a commercial for it last night. I just Googled and it's been on since 2000. Not sure why that is such a shock? Lots of people like it.
Back to the big dance. This is a Good News-Bad News thing. The Good News is you own a home. The Bad News is part of your back fence is on the ground, and more is falling. If you haven't guessed it yet: we're doing the two steps foreword one step back boogie.
They call Chicago the "Windy City" but the Hawk was here last Tuesday. With every gust I watched thirty-two feet of the back fence rock. Eventually an eight foot section came down. If not for the star jasmine keeping up the rest, it would be grounded as well. Wanda and I will get out there and do an inspection this week end.
I was raised in Detroit, Michigan. The city homes were separated by chain link fencing maybe four feet high. Out in the country most of the property had living dividers; trees, shrubs, and the like. The land was beautiful, the grass green, and the views intact. I'd never even seen a wooden "privacy fence" until I moved to California.
When I bought my brand new house the first project, started even before I moved in, was building a six foot high redwood fence. I don't remember the cost but it was substantial. It sat on the common property lines along the side and back yards. I was lucky with this one as I only had to build it once. The fence outlived my marriage.
It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know what happens to wood when left in the elements and especially when stuck in the ground. It rots. So here we are with our third fence along the back property in need of repair. I've got to be real honest here; I don't want Wanda digging post holes and toting 90lb. bags of concrete, and I sure as Hell don't want to do it. It may be time to send out the Bat Signal for Super-Nick...the grandson?
What now? We could use an electric garage door opener, new flooring throughout, a tree and some shrubs removed, new kitchen cabinets, an updated front bathroom, two window seals replaced and a couple of screens. Oh ya, did I mention the fence?
I just got back from my go to the docs once a month appointment. Rather than exercise this morning I started the blog. Now I'm trying to pick up where I left off three hours ago and it's not working. I'll close this out now.
Trish...hope you don't mind. Lots of people read the blog via their e-mail and I don't think they view the comments. I'll check that out over the week end. But, even if they do, this is worth reading twice. Thanks for the kind comment on the blog and the informative post. The wedding gown must have been beautiful....don't know about the bloomers, which probably is a good thing.
Chuck,
I don't know about men's pants & underpants, but went "bloomers" were invented, they were really 2 legs on a string (a PAIR). They overlapped, so modesty was preserved. Bloomers were invented before elastic. Women wore a lot of undergarments + they had long dresses. It would have been very difficult to "use the facilities" and try to tie the things back on under all those undergarments.
I am knowledgeable about this because when I got married 40 yrs ago, I wore a 100 year old wedding dress, including all the 100 year old undergarments.
Trish
PS: love your blog
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