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| March 24, 1997 |
Get It: 90 |
Vol. 1, No. 50 |
BRICK IN THE WALL: No, I'm
not listenin' to Pink Floyd again ... even tho' I prob'ly
should be ... I was scratchin' 'round the yard yesterday
... me 'n the boys were tryin' to get it ready for some
seed 'n fertilizer ... when I noticed a brick layin' in
the flower bed next to the chimney ... it was one of those
moments when things don't register ... you look at somethin'
out of place 'n it jes' doesn't click ... I kept thinkin'
I'd takin' it out of the air intake when I'd redone it
last Fall ... I didn't remember it ... I thought maybe
someone'd thrown it at the house ... but there was no
bangs on the siding ... I finally looked up the chimney
... sure 'nuff there was a brick missin' from the part
where it widens out ... I was beginnin' to have flashbacks
from the day I leaned against the back wall of our shower
'n my hand went through the wall to the outside ... now
that was a mess 'n a half ... takin' down all the ceramic
tiles ... tediously scrapin' the mortar off each one ...
replacin' the sheetrock ... puttin' it all back together
again ... in one weekend! ... I could picture the chimney
crumblin' into the back yard ... havin' to rebuild it
brick by brick ... after cleanin' the mortar off all of
'em ... it was not a happy thought I was havin' ... it
was the kind of thought that would have kept Mary Poppins
grounded for a long, long time ... I thought maybe if
I kept mowin' it would somehow fix itself ... I was rememberin'
when we were gypsies 'n we never stayed in one place to
have to do maintenance to it ... this if for the birds
... when wifey-poo brought me my second cup of Gevalia
coffee ... beans freshly ground ... me tryin' to keep
my skin from turnin' inside out ... I showed her the brick
... that was prob'ly not the thing to do ... I shoulda
jes' gone 'n bought a bag o' mortar 'n put it back first
... her visions were worse than mine ... all the stuff
I'd so cleverly hidden in the closet under the fireplace
in the basement? ... she pictured it waterlogged ... ruined
... my Cal Ripken, Jr. Rookie Card swollen 'n mildewed!
... my few stamps stuck together in a ball! ... I called
one o' #6's friend's dad ... who happened to work for
the firm that built our home so many years ago ... he
asked me if the chimney sweeps had noticed anythin' on
their last visit ... "well, not 'xactly" says
I ... since we'd never had it cleaned ... he was kind
enough not to tell me 'bout havin' it regularly inspected
... he said I should jes' clean it up ... put it back
... it was normal wear 'n tear prob'ly ... guess I'll
be diggin' out my Time-Life book on bricklayin' next weekend!
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MORE REVIEWS: I had the questionable
pleasure of gettin' to see Billy Madison this weekend
... not once but two 'n a half times ... (while I was
workin' on somethin' else of course) ... I don't think
I'm a big Adam Sandler fan ... then we sat down to relax
last night ... put in a movie called Fear ... now there's
a movie I wouldn't recommend either ... we were so angry
by the time it ended that we jes' couldn't see straight
... not a good movie for parents o' teenage girls ...
we had to watch the Discovery channel's series on Disasters
to lighten the mood ... 'n to think I missed King of the
Hill for it!
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"When you're having trouble
concentrating lean back in your swivel chair, look at
the ceiling, close your eyes and spin around - just remember
to shut door first and don't do it in the middle of a
meeting." -- Mikey, Thinkin' Too Hard
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