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Steady as she goes …

It was steady as she goes in the last letter. Welcome to the world of the plain and ordinary.


November 3, 2014

Ellen/Reid: Our weather went to hell over the weekend. Temps dropped like a stone and the winds were gusty, maybe not by Midwestern standards, but anything around 40F is darn cold for these parts. Ellen, Emma looked so adorable in her little piggy outfit for Halloween. It did remind me of looting your trick-or-treat bags for chocolate. Guilty as charged.

It rained the first half of the day on Saturday, causing me to scrub my golf group outing for 16.  Like a knucklehead – someone has to be stupid – I went ahead and played anyway in a stocking cap and gloves, and the course let me push my cart for free. Once I got motoring, it really wasn’t half bad. The walk that is, not the golf.

Yours truly trudged in the rain, wind and cold with my friend Alice from Golf for One. We didn't stop very often - only long enough for this shot of me holding the stick on the 5th hole.

Yours truly trudged in the rain, wind and cold with my friend Alice from Golf for One. We didn’t stop very often – only long enough for this shot of me holding the stick on the 5th hole.

During the round I thought I’d made my first hole in one on a par 3. From the tee box I could hear the ball clank off the stick but wasn’t anywhere to be found on the green. My assumption was it’s in the hole and that no one would be there to validate or see it (or celebrate it). It wasn’t in the cup either, and had ricocheted 25 yards back and into a green side bunker. What a bummer.

The tree canopy behind the house is shedding very quickly. Soon enough the apartment complex behind me will be in full view.

I’ve settled on some new fixtures for the guest bath. Kohler products will be the new commode and bath/sink hardware. The countertop needs a good spiffing up, too, but it’s not anything I could fashion by myself. There’s some sort of engineered product in place and it is totally bland and lame. Perhaps the worst aspect is the utterly passé and stupid lighting. That’s what perhaps drives me the most nuts. It’s just plain ugly with these gigantic, round and clear bulbs. It is so ‘90s. I’ll venture over to the same spot where the lighting was secured for the master bath.

So send me some Christmas gift ideas. If things are available online, those will be shipped straight to you. Reid, I hesitate to ship to your home address so will send packages to your office.

Was driving home last night when my tire went flat at about 60 mph. Luckily it didn’t go kablam! which would have made for quite a ride. Instead, the car just thump-thump-thumped to a stop. There wasn’t a ton of traffic on the four lane which made the change pretty quick. One guy even stopped to offer help. That was nice of him.

The bank is doing away with the concept of people working from home. Not completely sure why that is since studies show people work harder/longer from home. No doubt it is a cost issue – most things boil down to money – since the bank has very nice satellite offices around town. They’d save on that type of leased space. Given that my remaining time is relatively short, I’ll likely get a pass and continue slaving away from the third floor office. It would be awful to have to put on a suit and head toward Uptown for a remaining few months. It wouldn’t hurt me to do that, but I like things the way they are around here.

Ellen, tell Tim thanks for trying on those 3M light bulbs. He actually jogged my memory to go out and buy some this weekend. Got some winter weatherizing material, too.

The grading for the new 60 unit development next to me appears to be finished. The traffic along the road is only going to get that much worse which is a downer. They’re paving the streets/sidewalks this week and last. I suppose that’s just the price of admission for living in SouthPark. It doesn’t mean I have to like it.

Okay, time to buckle down and get to it. Send me those Christmas lists, stat.

Love, Dad


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