As the other dads and homeowners out there know, there's no such thing as a restful day when you have a house and kids. There's always something that needs to be done - whether it's chauffeuring the kids to Sunday School, running errands while they're in Sunday School, or the annual cleaning out of the garage for the winter. There's still a camper to be winterized (next weekend; fortunately the water inside is still in its liquid form and is currently draining down the driveway); a shed to be filled with propane tanks and then secured against the elements; gutters to be cleaned; and leaves to be raked (again). Soccer is over next week; two weeks after that basketball starts and swimming lessons start up again.
The Harley has been deposited at the dealership for winter storage for the eighth winter; a bittersweet parting that reflects the end of the riding season (I'm not diehard enough to ride once the temperature drops below freezing, sorry) and the coming of winter. Soon we will be shoveling snow, making snowmen and snowforts and taking the kids over to the local park for sledding (there's a monster hill near where we hold the Cub Scout graduation that's been a local attraction for daredevil kids ever since *I* was a wee sprog!). Thanksgiving-Christmas-New Years will rocket by in a flash, and then TheBoy will be turning 10 - double digits!!! - there's an awful lot going on in the next two months...
And it all starts in roughly three weeks - there really is no rest for the weary...
That is all.
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.. there is no rest... I agree :)
You forgot, the annual starting of the snow blower. Or snow blowers in my case as I still keep the trusty old Toro around.
Oh, and replacing old windows with new energy saving ones. Which entails filling holes, installing new trim, and painting.
Did I mention that the circulator for one of my heating zones needs to be replaced?
And my daughter is moving into her own apartment. Guess who gets to help her move?
There is no end to it.
10? The perfect time to present him with a 10-22 and training.
Of course when he spots you on the .223 he will take that over as well.
Lessee, money for sprog guns and ammo, fart twice and he will be sixteen and NEED a $30k car with insurance, graduation will require more car, guns, and tuition dough.
Do ya really want me to extrapolate this out?
Lil Ms.G will be right behind him doubling down on your wallet [hah, morther].
Welcome Bro, hope your scooter is safe. For now.
JINX!
I had to shovel 1/4-1/2 inch of sleety sluch this morning!
Hmm.
That's odd. Usually it's *gorgeous* out after I put the bike in storage. Not this year - we're getting a mix of sleet/hail/wind from the four corners today...
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