Sunday, August 26 2007
Today is hot. Just listening to Fudge makes a person think of a little engine that could. Windy seems to suffer less. Chips loves the heat and has dug a hole under the truck and lays there after a run.
After leveling a twenty-seven inch by forty seven inch piece of ground for the generator to set on I looked like I had be in the ocean. That was my deed for the day.
Read another book, but, do not recommended it. Was the same author of the last picture show and texarcana, the sequel. Yesterday I rode waves and the thought of the big storm coming was on my mind. Today the only thing that lets you know the water is an active place is the sound of the waves, you cant see them.
Needed to write something, it is not controllable.
as always p.dwl.
