6.07.2008

saturday

I guess it was the sound of the locomotive banging cars around in the scrap yard that woke me up. I didn't mean to sleep so late.
Well, so what? I have all afternoon.
When I stand at the kitchen sink, I can look out at the sky and see a few wispy clouds. The lady across the way is hanging out wash in her backyard.
Mixing up a pitcher of orange juice makes me think. I open the cabinet hanging to the left of the sink and see the better part of a bottle of vodka there next to the shredded wheat.
Let me drink my juice while I come up with a plan. It's a good idea to schedule your day, to make the best use of your time. I was always a big believer in that.
I have some old boards in the garage and I want to sort though that pile. There should be enough good pieces to fix the back porch stairs.
I keep a pad and a pen on the counter and I am going to make a list of all the things I want to get done today. I will have some more orange juice, and it wouldn't really hurt to pour some vodka into the glass.
Just enough to get me started.
I need to check and see if I have the right kind of nails. I should write that down. And I have to find my hammer. It's out in the garage, I think, on top of the workbench.
I'm not sure I remember where I put the tape measure.
Before I go looking for my tools, I better have another glass of juice, and I'll pour a little vodka in this one too.
Just enough to fill a hen's tooth.
Maybe I'll sit in the living room and watch TV for awhile before I go sort through that lumber. They're showing this movie with Paul Newman in it. It's pretty good. I've seen it, like, ten times.
You see, it's best to plan my day out, I feel, to make the best use of my time.
Because I have the whole afternoon.