Some people are born to greatness while others have greatness thrust upon them. Neither of those describes me. I'm more of the hermit/crotchety/Pastafarian/mediocre type carbon life form. I keep living my life until I have wealth thrust upon me which will happen when I find that cached pirate’s booty that has been buried in the back forty. (Don’t ask me how, or why, pirates would bury their gold miles from the ocean and in the bush, they just did okay.)
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Winders
Today dawned dull and shitty. The wind was blowing, the snow was trying to snow, and the front yard was a skating rink. So pretty much a typical day in the winter out this way. The hubby and I packed up the hell hound and headed north to the big city of Stewiacke. Happily the roads and weather got progressively better all day long so by the time we made it to Stewiacke it was not quite as crappy as it was when we left.
Now for anyone who hasn't had the marvelous privilege of going to Stewiacke I can safely say that you ain't missing much. In fact it looks to be quite the shithole. (Sorry if I offended any Stewiackian readers, but I am only basing that on brief observations during a crappy time of year.) Now normally I wouldn't have spent hard earned gas money driving to a small town in the middle of nowhere which has zip to offer at this time of the year except for the fact that they happen to have a outlet sale for windows there. You see that is the same place we purchased all of our windows last year, so needing windows for the Wookie Cave, and knowing they were having a sale, we opted to return. So now I am the proud owner of three new winders. Yippee! That means that soon we will be able to start work on the Wookie Cave, aka my new studio.
On the way home we stopped in Costco just on the outskirts of Halifax and bought dog food, bird seed, and premade suppers of yumminess. We then broke into my brother's place and heated, stirred, and scarfed the food while enjoying a nice chat with the clan. (Just in case you misunderstood that statement it was the premade supper we enjoyed, not the dog food nor the bird seed.)
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