Friday, October 19, 2001
OK folks, wish my butt luck. Today we get to deliver and install a 1000lb selfcontained unit to a radio tower site. That means no forklift, no crane, no nothing. Just me and probably 4-5 other guys grunting and being manly. The bad thing is that I am old enough to know the mortality of my own back. This is gonna hurt. Maybe I'll be ok. I have been doing the manly thing all week since we got the approval on the house. Cutting down brush and singing the lumberjack song in the back yard. You can actually see all the way through the lot now. Nothing like a chainsaw to replace testosterone lost to the vasectomy fairy. Plus I've been driving my Uncle's dump truck. It's an International Harvester (we call em Binders in these here parts) somewhere in the mid to early fifties vintage. It's a cab-over model with a steering wheel about three feet in diameter. It needs to be, it has no power steering. The whole truck looks like a building block on wheels. It has the only 5 speed manual on the column I have ever seen and it takes a 300lb man to stomp down the clutch. Lucky for me huh. My shifting style could best be described as "SLAM IT HOME!! I have to admit, I'm enjoying it immensely. The 500 cubic inch V8 gas motor roars in absolute indignation at having to start, then gets a note of fierce joy once it gets rolling down the road. It batters wind and pummels the road (and my kidneys) into submission. We have a lot in common. Not much for looks but hell for stout.
Thursday, October 18, 2001
Well, my baby boy Logan has thrush. What is thrush some of you may ask. Sort of a yeast infection of the mouth. When all you eat is baby formula, your liable to get bacteria buildup. Not a biggy, has some cold like symptoms but he's still sleeping until 4:30am. The fun thing is that we get to give him thrush medication. It's called violet gentian. It's purple. Dark purple. Ceasar's robes purple. And it stains his little mouth purple. And his lips. And the little drool channels down from the corners of his mouth, purple. My 2 month old son looks like an Alice Cooper fan. Cute little dimpled cheeks, big grey eyes, little baby double chin, bright purple lips. And as you smile and giggle at his appearance, he smiles and giggles back. God DAMN I make, er, used to make, amazingly cute babies!