Now I know what the song means when the guys sing about working "all the live long day."
Actually I paced myself. Let me explain. Matt (son) invited me some time ago to come out and build some shelves for the garage out here Woodbridge, VA. It finally worked out for me to go.
So I drove down to Denver for my flight out. Everything went fine. There were no air-rage incidents to film and post online. It was not comfortable but it was okay. One flight attendant called flying today "taking a flying Greyhound bus." The same narrow row and sitting next to strangers only now at 35,000 feet. You just hope they are not non-stop talkers, grumpy, smell bad or any number of other things.
I got to Reagan, took the Metro and met up with Matt. It sure is great seeing Matt, AJ, Pippa the puppy and being in the city.
The first night we talked over what was wanted and needed. The next day I got busy.
After renting a taller ladder the project took two days total. I was forever dropping things from the top of the ladder and having to move the ladder so between those two things alone I got a work out. It is also very humid here so I was worn out after a time.
Matt and I lifted the shelving into place at the end of the second day, returned the ladder while AJ ood and ahhd appropriately.
It felt good being done and I am glad I was able to do this for them.
Now that I am done and when the western members of the family come in tomorrow the games will begin.
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