re: Rain Gutters Installed
Jamie-
After a careful reading of your entire site, this page is where I choose to leave my digital trail.
Why?
Because this page represents the potential joy of our simple lives on this planet.
Joy: A man installs gutters in his house! Should we not celebrate every event in our lives, regardless of its apparent lack of importance? Should we not shout from the rooftops: “I mowed the lawn! I took a shower! I got a walk in the third inning to load the bases!” Lift your fellow man's spirit by simply saying, “I recognize that you sneezed, friend, and I hope you will feel better soon!”
We humans are driven to chose between 6” and 12” gutters, or even the 18” wide-boy models. These are not simple things. Who can forget the great Bernard-Merideth gutter saga of 2001? The gaping holes that contractors left in the stucco! The video made for the insurance company of the water dripping out of the new gutters! The endless arguments my wife and I had about paying the bill (She for, I against) based incompetent gutter people.
Simple joys don't end with gutter people, believe me. For example, at my softball game this week I was roundly scolded by the Umpire for not having the regulation “two new softballs” that the “home” team is required to bring. I felt great joy in telling him: “Look Blue, we haven't won a game in three years. So I'm not sure that it makes sense to dock us two runs. Hell—the guys we're playing have the word 'sports' in their name. You think we need to be punished here?”
That joy was topped by seeing the valiant B-Squad jog out to their fielding positions at the end of the second inning, knowing that the score was TIED. And simple turned giddy when we were down by just two runs before the defensive disasters and anemic offense of innings five and six.
I was filled with joy seeing Ben Kehl arrive at the ball park for the first time in years. That joy was mitigated when it became clear he wasn't going to play, but it was still nice to see him. Marty hit a tribute-to-Ben home run and Keith slaughtered the fatted calf which was made in to Italian meat sandwiches later at the bar.
The post-game celebration that provided plenty of opportunity to reflect on our basic needs. There was cold beer. Dave-O played a number of familiar songs on the jukebox. Jenny Fortman showed up in pants that displayed her knees. Food was consumed. Cigarettes were smoked. Jokes were told. It was wonderful in a plain and understated way.
At the end of the night we awarded our B-Squad cape, as is our tradition. The winner this week was Dave-O. While Dave-O had a fine game, a good hit and several stops at the hot corner, the award was inspired this week by two things. First, Tommy B reminded us: “There was a time when the Cape was awarded for any damn thing, not necessarily good play....I do long for the days of 'cause I've never seen one person drop the ball that much in one play before' voting.” Second, there was general admiration for the mix of tunes Dave-O selected and that seemed to capture the imagination of the voting members.
In any case, I'm glad you got new gutters Jamie. I think that the 6 inchers were totally the right call. When the rain came down hard this week I bet it was swept away from your fine home. I eagerly await news of both the gutters and the rest of the projects you are working on at your house.
P.S. Whats a brother got to do to get his softball blog promo'ed in the navigation? Will twenty bucks cover it? I've got traffic goals this month to meet
After a careful reading of your entire site, this page is where I choose to leave my digital trail.
Why?
Because this page represents the potential joy of our simple lives on this planet.
Joy: A man installs gutters in his house! Should we not celebrate every event in our lives, regardless of its apparent lack of importance? Should we not shout from the rooftops: “I mowed the lawn! I took a shower! I got a walk in the third inning to load the bases!” Lift your fellow man's spirit by simply saying, “I recognize that you sneezed, friend, and I hope you will feel better soon!”
We humans are driven to chose between 6” and 12” gutters, or even the 18” wide-boy models. These are not simple things. Who can forget the great Bernard-Merideth gutter saga of 2001? The gaping holes that contractors left in the stucco! The video made for the insurance company of the water dripping out of the new gutters! The endless arguments my wife and I had about paying the bill (She for, I against) based incompetent gutter people.
Simple joys don't end with gutter people, believe me. For example, at my softball game this week I was roundly scolded by the Umpire for not having the regulation “two new softballs” that the “home” team is required to bring. I felt great joy in telling him: “Look Blue, we haven't won a game in three years. So I'm not sure that it makes sense to dock us two runs. Hell—the guys we're playing have the word 'sports' in their name. You think we need to be punished here?”
That joy was topped by seeing the valiant B-Squad jog out to their fielding positions at the end of the second inning, knowing that the score was TIED. And simple turned giddy when we were down by just two runs before the defensive disasters and anemic offense of innings five and six.
I was filled with joy seeing Ben Kehl arrive at the ball park for the first time in years. That joy was mitigated when it became clear he wasn't going to play, but it was still nice to see him. Marty hit a tribute-to-Ben home run and Keith slaughtered the fatted calf which was made in to Italian meat sandwiches later at the bar.
The post-game celebration that provided plenty of opportunity to reflect on our basic needs. There was cold beer. Dave-O played a number of familiar songs on the jukebox. Jenny Fortman showed up in pants that displayed her knees. Food was consumed. Cigarettes were smoked. Jokes were told. It was wonderful in a plain and understated way.
At the end of the night we awarded our B-Squad cape, as is our tradition. The winner this week was Dave-O. While Dave-O had a fine game, a good hit and several stops at the hot corner, the award was inspired this week by two things. First, Tommy B reminded us: “There was a time when the Cape was awarded for any damn thing, not necessarily good play....I do long for the days of 'cause I've never seen one person drop the ball that much in one play before' voting.” Second, there was general admiration for the mix of tunes Dave-O selected and that seemed to capture the imagination of the voting members.
In any case, I'm glad you got new gutters Jamie. I think that the 6 inchers were totally the right call. When the rain came down hard this week I bet it was swept away from your fine home. I eagerly await news of both the gutters and the rest of the projects you are working on at your house.
P.S. Whats a brother got to do to get his softball blog promo'ed in the navigation? Will twenty bucks cover it? I've got traffic goals this month to meet
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