Sunday, June 21, 2015

10 minutes at a time.

Woke up Sunday morning with a work list full of 10-minute jobs. Words of encouragement from the Mrs. as I got out of bed "The guy who did the roof estimate Thursday says that all the stairways and decks need some of that Thompson Water Seal".... Well, good morning to you, too, Honey.  I'll add it on to my list of 10-minute jobs.  Each little 10-minute job takes two hours to set up, and a half hour to execute.  So, I brushed out all the storage containers, killed all the weeds, scrubbed the shower, and washed the bathroom with bleach, helped a commercial tenant with a sign on the front wall of one of the commercial units, and hauled some stuff out of my workshop.  Getting ready for a nasty drywall patch job, I rounded up the tools, opened up the joint compound to see that it's still good, and discovered that I had no paper tape, which is important in patching a corner.  So, I had to go to Home Depot, and after a stupid look or two from the staff, I found what I needed by myself. And then, one of the orange aprons asked me if there was anything they could to for me.  I said, "Sure, come home with me and patch the drywall in the tenant's closet, please."  She didn't get it.  But, by the time I got home, it was already 3:00 pm.  The day was sinking into the swamp of toil and despair.

"So, " says I to meself, "I believe it is time for a little GOOFING OFF!  T'is Sunday, and tomorrow ye must return to work at ye olde Day Job.  oh-WEE-oh  we OOOOOooo"  

I snuck down to the basement and rummaged around on my shelves, and, what did I find?  An unlabeled reel-to-reel of some long-forgotten recordings I made with my buddy, Norm, back when there was a bit of time for such things.  As the wheels of the time machine spun around, I couldn't believe that we'd had that much energy back then.  So, I dug up some old posters from our show announcements at the time (we played old folks homes, bars, and even a charitable marathon walk once a year).  And here is the result.  Norm is on vocals and banjo.  That's me on accordion and bass.  Those were the days, my friend...

And, co-incidently, producing this video production was only a 10-minute job....

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