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Saturday, September 20, 2003
Isabelle Blows In! Here is a rather cool but ominous picture of hurricane Isabelle off the coast of somewhere as it heads towards the eastern states last week. My first question was "Why is the ship still going forward?" Watching the news we saw quite the storm but I'll bet there was someone somewhere waxing the surf board with visions of "narly" waves floating through their minds. Our weather has vastly improved and is more like the seasonal norm with sunny skies and milder temps, but still not warm enough to eat out on the patio. Well, due to a lack of participation the other night, we had to postpone our crab feast and make the little critters climb back, grumbling, into the freezer. I guess we better hurry up and eat them before they get freezer burnt. This weekend Dianne is making a turkey dinner for no particular reason. Her folks are here for a visit so it'll be nice to have something special. I am in the process of breaking one of the cardinal rules of blogging by jumping around from topic to topic. I guess I am suppose to focus on one thing and wax eloquently on that. That, however, is not what life is like. There's always more than one thing going on. As well, I would hope my readers would appreciate that I do not drone on and on about one meaningless item but get right to the meat of the matter on several issues that are on my mind. Kind of like a plate of hors d'oeuvres instead of a whole roast. That being said, I shall now jump guiltlessly to another topic and say that we are really enjoying the new windows, especially Dianne who can now see out to the back yard from the kitchen as the new window is about six inches lower than the old one. I am doing some remodelling around the basement windows because the new windows fit in a little differently and the old window wells had to be demolished. So I have drywalled new wells and am attempting to tape and plaster them, not one of my more accomplished skills. At least we can hang some nice curtains over them if I do a lousy job. As I have always said, the mark of a good carpenter is not how well he builds something but how well he can cover up his mistakes.
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