Website is running!
Phew! I've spent all weekend learning about web design. It took a bit of head scratching, but I've managed to put a page together. I've created buttons and a banner and though I say so myself, I'm quite please with it for a first attempt. I have some more things to do to bring the site up to speed and then I might actually be able to get some writing done.
Gym days
I've been going to the gym with my 16 year old son, Mark since last Sunday. We've been doing free weights. I've been aching in varying parts of my body ever since. My right arm won't fully extend and when I get up after being seated for a while I hobble around like I've got lengths of wood down my trouser legs. I'm going again next week :) You see, I have this huge balloon in front of me that used to be a stomach. It's been there a long time...out stayed its welcome. Mark said it will be gone soon. I won't be sorry to see the back of it, or should that be the front of it?.
The Art of Scruffiness
My older son, Alan is downstairs at the moment building a PC for his friend, Danny. The room is full of plastic bags and packing. Somewhere in the middle of it all is Alan, Danny and Jenny, Alan's girl friend. Alan's a lot like me in that respect. I am a scruffy worker too. I need someone following me, tidying up after me. Debbie used to do it, but I think she got tired of it. I think she thought I did it on purpose just because she picked up after me. I don't though - I just don't see anything except the thing I am doing.
One of the worst things that can happen while I am doing any type of job involving tools is to have to go into a different room to find something. I invariably take a screwdriver or something with me and leave it in the most obscure place possible. Then I have to go find that. Did you ever see that Pink Panther movie where Clouseau has a vacuum cleaner and sucks up some papers, then tries to put those back and while he tries he sucks something out of the drawer etc? Well, that's me. And what's more, I rant and rave, demanding that everyone looks for whatever I'm looking for. Then Debbie usually finds it in a place I looked in a dozen times.
Even where I am sitting now is like a tip. Hang on, I'll take a picture.
I do hate it being like this, but no matter how many times I tidy it up it ends up like this again. I blame Debbie for it. Whenever she finds things I've left lying around, she collects them up and dumps them on my desk for me to 'sort out'. I know it's my own fault, but as you can see, I never do sort them out. But I will...soon...and when I do, I'll show you another picture.
Best
Alan
Phew! I've spent all weekend learning about web design. It took a bit of head scratching, but I've managed to put a page together. I've created buttons and a banner and though I say so myself, I'm quite please with it for a first attempt. I have some more things to do to bring the site up to speed and then I might actually be able to get some writing done.
Gym days
I've been going to the gym with my 16 year old son, Mark since last Sunday. We've been doing free weights. I've been aching in varying parts of my body ever since. My right arm won't fully extend and when I get up after being seated for a while I hobble around like I've got lengths of wood down my trouser legs. I'm going again next week :) You see, I have this huge balloon in front of me that used to be a stomach. It's been there a long time...out stayed its welcome. Mark said it will be gone soon. I won't be sorry to see the back of it, or should that be the front of it?.
The Art of Scruffiness
My older son, Alan is downstairs at the moment building a PC for his friend, Danny. The room is full of plastic bags and packing. Somewhere in the middle of it all is Alan, Danny and Jenny, Alan's girl friend. Alan's a lot like me in that respect. I am a scruffy worker too. I need someone following me, tidying up after me. Debbie used to do it, but I think she got tired of it. I think she thought I did it on purpose just because she picked up after me. I don't though - I just don't see anything except the thing I am doing.
One of the worst things that can happen while I am doing any type of job involving tools is to have to go into a different room to find something. I invariably take a screwdriver or something with me and leave it in the most obscure place possible. Then I have to go find that. Did you ever see that Pink Panther movie where Clouseau has a vacuum cleaner and sucks up some papers, then tries to put those back and while he tries he sucks something out of the drawer etc? Well, that's me. And what's more, I rant and rave, demanding that everyone looks for whatever I'm looking for. Then Debbie usually finds it in a place I looked in a dozen times.
Even where I am sitting now is like a tip. Hang on, I'll take a picture.
I do hate it being like this, but no matter how many times I tidy it up it ends up like this again. I blame Debbie for it. Whenever she finds things I've left lying around, she collects them up and dumps them on my desk for me to 'sort out'. I know it's my own fault, but as you can see, I never do sort them out. But I will...soon...and when I do, I'll show you another picture.
Best
Alan
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