A community Service Message
This past Saturday was a fairly typical one in the rich p&s household. The wife was off to the exercise house with her exercise buddy. I blogged a bit then went out and tinkered about in the garage. The garage is the one space in the house that I can call mine. And I like that. This was indeed a contingent point on us buying this house in the first place.
My garage is filled with all manner of manly-man items. If I'm sulking, I can retire to my garage and, just for fun, cut an odd hunk of steel with fire and then reconnect the two pieces with electricity. I have two air compressors bigger than our water heater that could easily substitute down at the local Firestone dealer. Hell, I like to think that I could inflate the Goodyear blimp in a pinch. I have an assortment of hydraulic jacks the likes of which might potentially raise my living room. I have just about every Craftsman tool made. My pneumatic tool collection is also quite impressive. My ring-tool is in the second-from-the-bottom drawer. (How many people even know what a ring-tool is?) It's my cave, as John Gray might put it, and it's mine. All mine! Bwahaahaahaa. This Saturday I only manage to change the oil in my truck. Later, I pull some of the omnipresent weeds in the seemingly endless acreage that is our yard (it really isn't that big).
Wife returns from exercise class, showers, and then we contemplate where we'd like to "do lunch". Haleiwa? Make the drive to Waikiki? Pearl Ridge maybe? There's nothing in Waipahu. That much is certain.
Later that night we'll play Spades with the neighbors.
Okay, enough already. Just how boring is my life?
The ironic thing about happiness is that one only knows one was happy when one isn't any longer. The reverse on the other hand is not true. You know when you're unhappy. No two ways about it. The key to living and loving life is telling yourself that right now you're experiencing the times that later you'll look back on and say, "Now those were the good ol' times."
If you're happy and you don't know it - clap your hands.
4:33:10 PM 
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