Farmers tan

Monday I spent most of the day outside doing yard work and washing the camper. As a result I acquired a very nice farmers tan. You’ve all seen or had one yourself in the past. The tan line starts just above the elbow going down the arm with everything above the line white as the driven snow. It’s usually in tandem with a sunburn to the back of the neck, with the size and severity dictated by how much the collar of your shirt is stretched. Following that order is the tan across the forehead due to the hat you were wearing while out in the sun. I managed to achieve all three…

Needless to say I got a lot of looks when I came into work Monday evening. Mostly because of the pronounced forehead line. Now, two days on, the forehead line has disappiated somewhat. The arms and back of the neck have grown redder and have somehow become like heating pads. The worst part is when an itch occurs on the back of the neck and is scratched without thinking. OUCH!

That’s what you get for keeping vampire hours I suppose. At least I didn’t explode or turn into dust. BTW the yard looks good and the camper is cleaner now than when we bought it. I guess the payoff was worth it.

As always…I must be off.

An addition to the family

Becky and I received the news yesterday of our grandsons arrival. Nine pounds five ounces are the specs. Apparently healthy with all his fingers and toes. At last word his mom and dad were doing well also. It should be interesting to see how Miss Emma reacts to a brother. Now the fun really begins. Soon it will be…”she looked at me!”…or…”he pinched me”…followed by…”you two stop it right now”. Of course later on while driving you’ll hear the…”don’t make me stop this car and come back there”. It’s all good no matter what happens. When ours were that age they were thirteen months apart as well. It was taxing at the time but blissful to reflect upon now.

Here’s to Robert Buccannon Marcum III…may he bring as much joy to his parents as number two did to his. And to Miss Emma…may she find it in her heart to share.

As always…I must be off.

Back at the helm

The next two weeks have me back on my old shift. Filling in as supervisor while the regular one is on vacation. It’s been almost a year since my last venture behind the desk. Like a soap opera, not much is different.

It does seem a bit easier this time around. Maybe because the new has been worn off or just that I’m a year older, less gets under the skin now. The players haven’t changed all that much and the same old song is still sung at the meetings. This time I know most of the words so there’s less humming along.

Whatever the reason…tonight starts day two…so far so good.

As always…I must be off.

Spur of the moment

Well it was…but now too much thought has gone into it for that to be true.

Today I had in mind to launch the program, blog whatever popped into mind and publish it without much thought. Just couldn’t pull it off.

The program was launched, had an idea, but as soon as the white screen popped up, the mind went blank.

After an indeterminate amount of time, words started to appear on the screen. But I hadn’t typed anything yet…or had I.

At any rate here it is. A post made on the spur of the moment which has obsolutely no value whatsoever.

Kind of like watching the news or listening to a politician.

As always…I must be off.