High On Ladders And Bocce
Jimmy the pool guy came by early this morning to get the final word on important pool matters and said he had just seen a guy on early morning exercise TV who reminded him of me. I said, oh no, not that awful energetic, long haired, buff, exercise guy? No, the guy has short hair, he said. And he does yoga. Said it was just the way the guy moved and his demeanor that was reminiscent of what I had always hoped was inimitable. I will look into this imitator even though as often as not it is through TV viewing that your illusions are shattered.
It has been overcast and rainy out here for three days but that doesn't keep me from climbing the 28 foot extension ladder and bleach cleaning the bighouse facia and soffit. I really need a 32 foot ladder to reach a couple of areas but instead of acquiring another expensive ladder I have saved the Mt. Prosperous bank account hundreds and hundreds of dollars by simply adding those four feet to the existing ladder, sticking it in the bed of the 4wheel drive utility vehicle and then leaning it up against the 150 year-old brick underneath the higher paintable wooden faced gables.
Not wanting to overwhelm the property with too much of my "work smart, not hard" ethic, I took off the rest of that ladder set up day and studied and practiced the formal rules for bocce (for there is now a proper bocce court), then set out to master the game and beat all comers, or just that one blithely acerbic NYker, who had recently, some weeks previous, won top prize at the Mt. P bocce doubles freestyle tournament, even though that championship is under review due to what was a fairly obvious and very cloudy score keeping by said opponent and his pony-tailed partner who couldn't be bothered with the details of his cloudy-headed teammates' scoring acumen. I am not a poor loser in general, but I will at the very least be demanding a rematch at some point in the future when all four members can be made to face the reality that a slightly tarnished win, a win that is shown in the books with an asterisk by it, is not the type of win you want on your resume.
As that inaugural evening of bocce on proper court wore on and I frankly became weighted down by the embarrassing heft of my bocce mastery, the blithely acerbic NYker snuck in a win to tarnish my opening day prowess. If it is true you learn most in life from your defeats, the NYker could prove to be a dangerous opponent in the future.
The clouds are low today, the Shenandoah hills erased, and there is fog in the hollows. As for me, I will continue to eradicate mildew with my bleach-filled garden sprayer, and possibly spot-prime the gutters I scraped yesterday.
Rappahannock Daily News Headline: "Inimitable Ponytailed Painter Hospitalized After Failure to Set Brake; Condominium Development at Mt. Prospect Farm Now Inevitable"
Let's be careful out there.
really shouldnt be questioning others scoring acumen considering the issues some people have with judging relative distance measurements. and i dont want to hear that it was the texas public educational system which is to blame for this conceptual lapse. you should just be happy they havent yet caught wind of your limp-wristed boule-ishness deep in the heart of astex.
and no word of your truly shameful loss at the hands of a complete novice. this isnt history, its hagiography!
Extension ladders are so terrifying to me that I only want to hear about their use at a location far from me. Any extension ladder use in my general vicinity produces a mild panic attack.
(or maybe my fear makes me spiteful & resentful of extension ladder freedom so that I want to kill everyone's extension ladder fun by yelling: "be careful, you could fall off and die!" or "there's a bee marmot heading your way!")
Yeah, but he was a professional novice.
overturning pots, no paint boxing and now this!
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Jimmy the pool guy came by early this morning to get the final word on important pool matters and said he had just seen a guy on early morning exercise TV who reminded him of me. I said, oh no, not that awful energetic, long haired, buff, exercise guy? No, the guy has short hair, he said. And he does yoga. Said it was just the way the guy moved and his demeanor that was reminiscent of what I had always hoped was inimitable. I will look into this imitator even though as often as not it is through TV viewing that your illusions are shattered.
It has been overcast and rainy out here for three days but that doesn't keep me from climbing the 28 foot extension ladder and bleach cleaning the bighouse facia and soffit. I really need a 32 foot ladder to reach a couple of areas but instead of acquiring another expensive ladder I have saved the Mt. Prosperous bank account hundreds and hundreds of dollars by simply adding those four feet to the existing ladder, sticking it in the bed of the 4wheel drive utility vehicle and then leaning it up against the 150 year-old brick underneath the higher paintable wooden faced gables.
Not wanting to overwhelm the property with too much of my "work smart, not hard" ethic, I took off the rest of that ladder set up day and studied and practiced the formal rules for bocce (for there is now a proper bocce court), then set out to master the game and beat all comers, or just that one blithely acerbic NYker, who had recently, some weeks previous, won top prize at the Mt. P bocce doubles freestyle tournament, even though that championship is under review due to what was a fairly obvious and very cloudy score keeping by said opponent and his pony-tailed partner who couldn't be bothered with the details of his cloudy-headed teammates' scoring acumen. I am not a poor loser in general, but I will at the very least be demanding a rematch at some point in the future when all four members can be made to face the reality that a slightly tarnished win, a win that is shown in the books with an asterisk by it, is not the type of win you want on your resume.
As that inaugural evening of bocce on proper court wore on and I frankly became weighted down by the embarrassing heft of my bocce mastery, the blithely acerbic NYker snuck in a win to tarnish my opening day prowess. If it is true you learn most in life from your defeats, the NYker could prove to be a dangerous opponent in the future.
The clouds are low today, the Shenandoah hills erased, and there is fog in the hollows. As for me, I will continue to eradicate mildew with my bleach-filled garden sprayer, and possibly spot-prime the gutters I scraped yesterday.
- jimlouis 9-14-2006 6:53 pm
Rappahannock Daily News Headline: "Inimitable Ponytailed Painter Hospitalized After Failure to Set Brake; Condominium Development at Mt. Prospect Farm Now Inevitable"
Let's be careful out there.
- Craig (guest) 9-14-2006 7:09 pm [add a comment]
really shouldnt be questioning others scoring acumen considering the issues some people have with judging relative distance measurements. and i dont want to hear that it was the texas public educational system which is to blame for this conceptual lapse. you should just be happy they havent yet caught wind of your limp-wristed boule-ishness deep in the heart of astex.
and no word of your truly shameful loss at the hands of a complete novice. this isnt history, its hagiography!
- mark spitz (guest) 9-14-2006 9:16 pm [add a comment]
Extension ladders are so terrifying to me that I only want to hear about their use at a location far from me. Any extension ladder use in my general vicinity produces a mild panic attack.
(or maybe my fear makes me spiteful & resentful of extension ladder freedom so that I want to kill everyone's extension ladder fun by yelling: "be careful, you could fall off and die!" or "there's a
beemarmot heading your way!")- L.M. 9-14-2006 9:25 pm [add a comment]
Yeah, but he was a professional novice.
- jimlouis 9-15-2006 5:28 am [add a comment]
overturning pots, no paint boxing and now this!
- steve 9-15-2006 8:56 am [add a comment]