I’m waiting on Sherwin Williams to open, although by the time I finish a blog the sun will rise.  Last night we planned to paint all night but I broke my roller frame just as we got things prepped.  We’re doing all ceilings only, so I can’t imagine too interesting a photo resulting to show you.  But here is my little guy in a wolf suit.  It’s made from what we guess to be a rug.

That’s my dog in the back, the old number one.  We drove to Bristol for this past weekend and realized fifty miles out of town he wasn’t in the truck.  He had been, I swear.  Nathan went by my house and found him waiting outside to be let in.  We had to make a few phone calls, and the reality of it shook me up.  Ashley has wanted to give him away, but I fight for him.  A boy needs a dog, I say.  And I believe it.

Those first couple months of baby hollering, when dad’s are helpless except to console moms and change diapers, the dog and I went through a lot.  ”What’s happened to us?” we would ask each other, hiding in the closet.

I see a lot of guys, usually carpenters, who take their dogs to work.  They have tougher dogs, usually large mixed breeds, who sleep on the porch and guard the tools.  My silly Chihuahua mut never meets a stranger walking by, and it’s worse now that he gets no attention at home.  I feel bad for the guy.  Like I said, he was my number one.  We’ve had him almost eight years.

from Nathan’s phone on Friday

Scott and I have devised a handmade debris shoot concept for the attic window of the Anderson house.  I’d like to post something about that today.  Until yesterday, we were stuffing bags of old insulation saturated with coal dust, mites, and filth.  And busting lath and old framework then throwing it into the yard from a third story window.   I’d advise being careful on that corner.

There’s still time to order your Gnarly Bar before Christmas.  And there are still downloads remaining at my music store for the new, higher price of $4.99.  Music should be free, I know.  But it’s not.

I guess I’m going to get that roller frame and let you go.  Come back soon for photos of nine white ceilings.  And a homemade debris shoot that will actually will be pretty cool.

has anybody seen my dog?