The Church Of A Swift Kick To The Knackers

(No actual crimes are admitted in this post.) Halloween, early 1970s A person had parked a 1950s Chevy four-door (52?) by an abandoned shop in the village. A gang of youths and early teens 'allegedly' grabbed the car and rolled it to a new resting place on its side.  I may have witnessed this act. I will never admit to participating. Witches and goblins ghouls and ghosts. Tipped over privy's man, they were gross. Straw bales on fire  flames reaching the sky. But I wasn't there if they ask I wasn't  not I. Halloween was out of control when I was a kid. An after-school practice of greed, then a sugar-fueled night of roadblocks shutting down the village, and soaped windows, cleaned the next day by cursing business owners.  The RCMP did give us a couple of good runs but we were never caught, and it became apparent that they couldn't police their whole area effectively. In later years the volunteer firemen assisted the police and kept us on the run. (I believe they t...

There was a heavy frost last night, so I had to wait before I climbed to the roof this morning. I did groundwork until the frost burned off. The sun was beaming when I started working up top, but my position at the peak was cold, due to a north wind. The shivers numbed my kidneys and mind, plus the constant running of my nose made the job miserable.  Around a quarter to one I tacked on the last ridge cap, and slid down the roof to a point sheltered from the wind. There I felt the heat.  The sun had warmed the roof shingles. I took advantage by stretching out on my back, to a feeling like lying on hot rocks. It made me happy to feel the warmth creep through my clothes and up my spine. For two minutes I had bliss.  And then I remembered. Small town. They all think I'm weird already. It would be best if I wasn't seen napping on the roof. The job is poking along. Hopefully in a few days I will be finished, and writing about something else. Hopefully. Have a great night.

Stolen meme. I think I'll post it on FB. I wonder how many people I will lose over it.

Good morning. Not much to say today. Perhaps I'll feel up to a "Sermon From The Deck" later, but don't count on it. (If you ever..) It won't be from the roof deck. I have decided to take a day off from my job to give my body, soul, and mind a rest. How do I rest my ever-flailing and failing mind? Simple. Football! Warm up that couch. Tony Roma can do my thinking. And.. Have a great, safe, day. Vaccinate if you can.

I'm shivering under my horse blanket. The Yorkie has claimed her position on top of the blanket and between my legs, effectively pinning me. She snores loudly and contentedly. I've been awake for an hour. Something must be nagging at my brain but I am not awake ENOUGH to understand what it could be. Perhaps coffee will reveal all. Five more minutes. Snore on Yorkie.

Always remember. Lesson 1: When you remove the old shingles you are committed to the roofing job. I worked through lunch. I forgot my pills. (Sorry, but yes, I admit it. My wife wasn't around to remind me.) While I am not finished I worked enough to get coverage on perhaps a quarter. Tomorrow I will be back at it. Let the sun shine. Thank you smart people for inventing the hot shower. And the Waterpik™ shower massage head. I might get through this job with hot water and Advil. Yes, I am whining, but the fact that I am on a 6/12 pitch installing shingles at my age, is my own fault. I told my wife I could do it. "I have a red seal in my trade. I should use it once in a while." "Are you sure you don't want me to call someone?" "No. I can do this." "Good luck." Lesson 2: Being stubborn will only give you a sore back. You already have a weak mind. I'll be back on the roof tomorrow. Slow, steady, and freaking stubborn. Please don't snow...

 The title says it all. Welcome to life in your sixties, when the greatest term of endearment is the one that says it without saying it. "I love you and I don't want you to die!" (Don't forget your pills.) Those words warm my heart. Of course, I believe that is the point of the pills. Warm it up. Keep that sucker pumping! I'm still working on this blog thing. Trying to get it to download pictures. (I am willing to accept cookies but Google doesn't want to let me accept them.) Maybe I'll try to insert a "buy me a cuppa" link. (Hey, we need to keep the heat on in this old church. And winter is not jus a-comin'. It's bloody well here already.) I am shooting for my first "Sermon From The Deck", in many months, hopefully Sunday. (But don't hold your breath. I have a roofing job, postponed by the weather, that I need to finish.) "But (fake) Pastor. Working on a Sunday is a sin." "Look punk. Ox is in the well and bla...

 Good morning. Sometime in 2021 I first met Blogger. We were lost to each other with the shifting sands of time. Two lovers whose ships passed in the night. Today we met again, and with this meeting my FIRST BLOG POST EVER! Like sex, I expected fireworks and candy kisses the first time. Like sex, I am left with the distinct feeling of "is that all?" Of course I'm going to brag about this. (With a forever promise that the blogging will get better.)  Hopefully soon I will figure out how to link this with Facebook and Bluesky.