Picking up the guitar today reminded me that I need to do it much more often. I love to play. The guitar is definitely going on vacation with me next week!

When I get back, it will be time for a picking party. Inivited is anyone with an acoustic instrument. I’ll find some beer, space in my backyard (or garage), and a Saturday, and y’all are invited to come make some music. Let’s jam!

Yesterday, we made two big changes to the house. A contractor who’s a friend of our friends the Spinaks brought his brother over and together they worked through the rain to build us a totally kick-ass set of shelves for our sitting room. They brought a tent to work under and a slew of tools. They got soaked a bit but kept on working. The result is a fantastic set of shelves.

I was impressed at their work ethic, especially how they insisted on doing things right. It took them most of the day, but the results speak for themselves. We now have floor-to-ceiling bookshelves: a place to store the hundreds of books Kelly and I have both collected.

If you need any contracting work done, you’d be an idiot not to hire these guys. Seriously. They love their work and it shows! Give Ken Johnson a call at 844-7703 and find a weekend that he and his brother Lorne aren’t booked up. You can see I can’t say enough good things about them, huh?

The other change was our first coat of paint in the house, this one going in our son’s room. Its a deeper shade of yellow than Hallie’s room in our last house, but it looks great. We’ve been itching to do something to these bare walls in this house and now we’re on our way. I hope to finish the room today and begin painting the new bookshelves, too.

One thing you can say about the rainy aftermath of Hurricane Charley is that it makes good weather for getting things done indoors.

A dreaming Sunday morning
Sleeping late (until 8:30!)
A happy, smiling daughter
A full, leisurely breakfast
Steady, gentle rain
Sitting on the front porch, strumming my guitar while Kelly and Hallie laugh together in the swing.

It doesn’t get any better than this.

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(In honor of Hurricane Charley.)
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Pressure Drop
By Toots And The Maytals

Hmm hmm hmm, yeah… [3x]

It is you (oh yeah)
It is you, you (oh yeah)
It is you (oh yeah)
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Hurricane Charley is about to rip up Central Florida. It is a category 4 hurricane with 145 MPH sustained winds and a pressure of 954 millibars. For comparision, Hurricane Fran was 954 millibars when it came ashore. Once it’s had its way with Central Florida, Charley could potentially hop into the Atlantic and bulldoze Myrtle Beach.

This is going to be a very destructive, very expensive storm.

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If you don’t have an account, your comment will be held for approval. Registered users don’t have this restriction. I hate to do this, but I don’t have time to weed out spam comments. I may change this back to open comments in the future, or maybe not. We’ll see how it goes.

The Brian Nicholson who was attributed with allegedly writing an unflattering portrait of his neighbor, John Edwards was once my best friend. Brian refuses to talk about the letter, which he says was distorted from what he originally wrote.

Back when Jim Hunt was running to unseat Jesse Helms, Brian and I engaged in an argument about them which resulted in a pushing match. I’ll let you decide whom each of us defended!

Soon after my family moved from Charlotte in 1986, I lost contact with him until a bizarre encounter at the now-defunct Darryl’s on Wake Forest Road. He and I hadn’t seen each other for ten years, but somehow we arrived for lunch at the same restaurant at the same time. Even weirder was that it was our last day at each of our respective jobs!

I gotta call him up and see what he’s up to.