It's great to be alive! Yesterday my father-in-law came over and we did some gardening. I was outside all day! He had to show me how to do everything. Growing up on the mean streets of Steubenville, Ohio didn't prepare me for life in the suburbs, ha ha. Today, I'm very sore. How sad is that? In fairness, being a writer doesn't give me the opportunity to use my shrub removal muscles much. After my father-in-law left, the tree guy came. Last year the home inspector told me it's a good idea to trim the trees that are touching the house. I finally have some time to get all the "little" things done. Anyway, the guy who came over looked like the Brawny paper towel guy.

Bob's tree guy

I'm a large man (Let's be honest: fat ass). This guy looked like he could snap me in half. It was reassuring. Meaning, you don't want your tree guy to be a nerd.

As I'm writing this, there's a guy repairing my chimney. Another thing the home inspector told me to fix. I'm a little disappointed. I was expecting the chimney guy to look like this:



You can't win 'em all. My plan for the rest of the day is to finish weeding the side of the house and oh yeah...look for a job.

Best,

Bob

PS I haven't heard anything about my kitchen floor coming in. I have to make a call.