Jeeze, I just found out that my youngest is playing her first match for Augsburg tonight. Some tournament at Bethel. Why doesn't anyone think to inform Dad about this stuff until the last minute?
I went out and puttered, and don't you know it. My wife found another cache of old bricks and wants a companion piece to the walkway I put in last week.
My Dad started me hitting when I was 4, and he had a mean knuckler. I had a swing at everything approach, so by the time I got to high school, I could literally hit anything. He wanted to kill me when I decided to play football.
If I know what's good for me. Except it always evolves into a huge project. I've put in a paver patio, a brick sidewalk, and a limestone wall in the last 2 weeks.
I can appreciate this. I love the guy because he actually brought the state, not one, but two world championships. He could fart in my living room and I wouldn't bat an eye. I'm looking forward to silly Bert too.