Monday, January 28, 2019

Pulled Beef, Fowl Flesh & the Joys of Home Ownership

1. Yesterday, Esther went out on the deck and hurried back in, shivering, and said "I got ..." followed by a pause, and then "goose bumps." And then she started laughing, and exclaimed, "I almost said 'chicken pox!'"

Nice catch!

2. Awhile ago Hannah was talking to Susan and I, and she suddenly stopped and said, "Dad! I have a beef to pull with you!"

That is unintentional genius. Does she have a "bone to pick" or just a "beef" with something? No, she has a "beef to pull". I love it! It was very reminiscent of when Susie told me how people kept interrupting her breakfast so she "couldn't get a bite in edge-word". Neither phrase makes one iota of sense, and yet I understand exactly what is meant. Genius.

3. Update on the homefront (and roof and basement): the leak in the basement has been resolved. Huzzah! I plan to do the cement work a week from Friday. The leaky roof, according to a roofer, needs to be redone and will cost at least $6000: I understand what he was saying and he is probably right, but can't we do something silly that works for a few hundred? Another roofer should be coming today.

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