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Got a nothing post for you today. Just an update on our painfully boring lives. Here we go.
The Bison Build
The bison build is moving along. I probably got about 80 percent of the beast’s back half done. Check it out.
And Mrs. Groovy and I are trying to figure out where we’re going plant the beast on Groovy Ranch. We want it to look like the beast is migrating past our house. Here’s an example of what I mean.
Lawn Pig
A country road is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re going to find. And Mrs. Groovy and I got a nice reminder of this when we changed our route to Owens Park—the home of our daily constitutional. Check out what we found on the left side of this guy’s house.
Yep, he not only had a bus from the 60s parked on his property, but he also had a free-range pig!
Mr. Oakley
We’ve had our fourth foster dog for two weeks now, and it’s been a smashing success. We love Mr. Oakley. Here’s a picture of him contemplating life as Mrs. Groovy vets his adoption applications.
But even though we love Mr. Oakley, we look forward to his inevitable departure. Midnight walks aren’t fun when you’re on the cusp of Social Security. So even though Mrs. Groovy gets mad when I look at Mr. Oakley and pay homage to Broadway—”I love you, you’re perfect, now leave“—she begrudgingly understands.
Chivalry Lives
When I weld, I usually wear a pair of sweats. I prefer comfort over protection whenever I can get away with it. This preference for comfort does have two minor side effects, though. First, when I grind metal for the beast, the sparks hit my upper right thigh and eventually create a hole. Second, because I usually weld as soon as we get home from our daily constitutional (and whatever errands Mrs. Groovy must run), I put my welding sweats on before we leave the house, and my walking around in public with a gaping hole in my sweats embarrasses the heck out of her.
Can’t say Mrs. Groovy is wrong. And as a loving husband, I shouldn’t be making a habit of embarrassing my wife. Well, I’ve finally found a solution. Duck tape. Yep, good old-fashioned duck tape. Check it out.
And they say chivalry is dead.
Final Thoughts
Okay, groovy freedomist, that’s all I got. Have a great weekend. Peace.
You know that bison will be a shooting target for everyone with a gun for miles? Right?
As far back from the road and house as you can….
Bill recently posted…We Love You, You’re Perfect, Now Leave
How does duct tape hold up in the washer and dryer?
Wouldn’t this solve the problem … and avoid skin burns?
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Love the bison build and looking so good!
My only concern is bisons are herd animals and she’ll be lonely all by herself on that big field. Only one solution for that which probably means a whole lot more duct tape! Keep up the great work!
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My biggest question: how is the bison going to make that migration out of the garage and through the yard? Can’t wait to see your solution to that puzzle. Looks amazing, btw! And, love that duct tape solution, avoids the ember burns, too. Maybe Mrs G would be happier if you duct taped the entire surface area, it’d be a new fashion statement!
Duct tape.
As I write this, I’m wearing hoodie I bought at a Roger Waters concert about 10 years ago. The sleeve hems have been duct taped a few times due to fraying, and there are fewer and fewer threads to attach the duct tape to as time goes by, which just means that more duct tape goes on the old duct tape. It’s flawless, although Mrs. G disagrees for some weird reason.
Mr. Oakley looks like a good boy, and great job on Becky Sue.
I’m used to holes in your shirts, taped up eye glasses, and soles of your sneakers falling off even though you have new ones. So, I want to thank you for not wearing your Duck tape pants for Easter.
Mrs Groovy recently posted…We Love You, You’re Perfect, Now Leave
Mr G hasn’t discovered the tip of duct taping the soles back onto his shoes??