Enough of work. Quitting time. It's Friday night.
Time to go to the club. Sign the book. Shake hands. Do the meet and greet. Have drinks and dinner.
We have an exclusive club. Only two members. Six if you count the cats, but they don't pay dues.
We went to our club. We finished work at four and headed to the Y for a workout. (We made it there three times this week!) Signed the book (scanned our membership cards) Got cleaned up. Shook hands and did the meet and greets. (Hello to the regulars the Preacher, Park, Old Biddy, Regis and purple lady) Came home and had dinner (salad and pizza) and drinks (pumpkin beers and Yuengling Oktoberfest). Pie for dessert. Pie. (Thank you Grammy)
This is our kinda club. Our exclusive club.
Walt Kowalski made and excellent fire. Burning here is the lath from the second floor of House #1. We worked on it Tuesday and Thursday nights. So dirty, but so much accomplished. My boogers are still black.
We don't need a club. We don't need to be social with the wannabes and sign the book. (We work with the wannabes, but that's another post.)
It is a beautiful night. The typewriter bugs are humming. The stars are out. The Eagles are playing on the radio. Walt Kowalski is playing along. Hooty the owl will be around soon. (That's a whole different post, too!)
Life is good. LG.
What are typewriter bugs?...and btw....don't google typewriter bugs. There are some very strange and disturbing images out there. Google is so weird sometimes.
ReplyDeleteHahaha Typewriter bugs are actually katydids. It's very loud living next to the forest. When I was a kid and stayed overnight with my Gran and Pap I thought the katydids sounded like typewriters. This was before the sound of computer keyboard typing.
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