Having a baby really does change everything, sometimes for the better, and sometimes for the worse. For example: Charles routinely wakes us at about 6am. I do enjoy being up at that hour, but unfortunately my body doesn’t usually permit it. On the downside, due to lack of sleep, my brain is getting faulty; I realized a moment ago that I left the house wearing a forest green shirt and blue argyle socks. If my wife had caught me she would have punched me in the face. As it is, I’m going to have to work doubly hard to make sure I don’t run into Carson Kressley, as his “tut tut” would cut me very deeply.
Our house looks very white trash today. Even more so than normally, I mean. I decided it would be a good time to get rid of a few things, so we’ve got some old picnic benches out by the trash can, along with a treadmill that I broke by being fat and an exercise bike that was pretty much broken when I bought it. Definitely the classiest look on the block. If only my pit in the backyard was visible from the street!
Speaking of the pit, progress continues, slow as ever. It’s been so hot that I can’t bear to do anything when I get home from work but take off all my clothing and lay naked on the couch. (Which one? Why, the one you’re sitting on! Ha ha!) The good news is that I got a good bit of digging done over the weekend during cooler mornings, and I discovered that the little bolt cutters I purchased go through the rebar mesh holding all the concrete in place like it’s made of Jello. Very strong, dry, metallic, sharp Jello. I’m able to get my shovel under the concrete in most places, so hopefully if I can expose more chunks of rebar I’ll be able to break it all up a bit. That’s my plan, anyway.
You may be wondering if I’m doing the Brandywiners show this summer, and the answer of course is Heck Yes. You may also be wondering why I haven’t really mentioned it, and the reason is, I do not know. Normally my ego is such that I mention these things all summer long, particularly if I have a major role, but for some reason this year I’m feeling more humble. Anyway, the show is My Fair Lady; my role is Freddy Einsford-Hill; I get the best song in the show and get to be beaten up by a girl. OUTSTANDING times.
So many topics! I’ve saved nothing for tomorrow! Oh well.
