I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Thursday, September 1, 2011

The bad news is good

For the deck project, turns out the dweeble that built our house had even more nails holding the posts to the deck. He nailed the post to the joist. And not the end joist, but one of the middle ones. So I'll be able to remove all of the posts and just replace those. That'll make the weekend easier.

Yeah.

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