Millions of peaches, peaches for me.

  • August 14, 2006

Peaches come from a can
They were put there by a man
And his Lady-Love on Sunday……

Mom phoned Saturday morning.  I missed the call.  That’s okay, it happened just after Dad phoned Saturday morning and I missed THAT call too.

Seems all is pretty good down in California.  They’re still renovating the place and plan to officially move in sometime soon.  Why did I miss the call?  I was repairing the edging on our stairs again - SOMEBODY didn’t glue it well enough last time.  I’ll presume I didn’t repeat that mistake.  We can call you once you get a phone down there, Mom.

Dad had his cable modem fried sometime during a series of thunderstorms.  I guess a transformer behind his house got hit by lightening and it cause a nice spike of electrical love.  Shaw customer service is pretty good.  Probably because we were lined up behind someone else with the same problem.  I can only imagine that job…

Me?  I just pulled a neck in my muscle and I think I’ll be off to get the tin man’s oil can to get the rust off.  This week, my goal is to update more frequently.  For instance, this puts me at one entry.  YAY!  I win!