Well, I Survived

The Fourth, and the three day weekend.



But I am sore all over. On the Fourth itself, I put together the new convertible top for Jenny. Never having done this before, it was a bit of a challenge. Gluing it in place and the getting it to close was not an easy task. Because it is brand spanking new, it needs to be stretched into place. Getting it to close for the first time required using a lot of muscles I don't normally use. Said muscles are objecting to the abuse.



V. spent the Fourth with his dad, so when he came back, he had his birthday celebration. Just him and a couple of his buds getting together for pizza, soft drinks and a day of playing video games. We turned over the big screen and living room to them. Mrs A. retired to her bedroon, and I retired to the music room. We were bored out of our skulls, but he had a good time.

Sunday I had to help R. move the last of her stuff down to T-Town. Not a whole lot to do, just one trip. Everything went OK.

While I was down there, "i" was laying on the couch, gurgling and swinging his arms and legs. He managed to turn himselg over. When he did, he got this startled expression on his face, like "What the hell just happened here?"

He started fussing. It makes for and excellent metaphore on life. We try like hell to achieve something, and when we do, the results are very seldom what we expect.

Welcome to the real world "i".