Sometimes I really don't know where to start these entries... it seems that the day has no focus until I start writing, which is pretty bass-ackwards. So, I should start writing earlier, maybe? We did get some stuff accomplished today... went to the store, and went to Target and got various household items. I worked on the floor drain in the basement, but not enough to get it un-jammed, it seems. I spent about an hour on it in vain, going back twice with renewed energy and ideas on how to approach it. It really can't be that hard. the floor drain connects up directly to the sewer line about eighteen inches from where it goes in the floor. O'well, the main problem was that when we ran the washer it would flood the basement, 'cause it was directed to go onto the floor... so I re-directed it to go into the sewer line directly. Right now it's rather crude, and I have to re-do it and put a trap in it. Altogether, that won't be a fun project. Theoretically, what I should do is replace the whole damned system from the basement floor on up, the "stack", I think they call it. Other than that, the day has been taken up hitting the random button on this site. Don t' go there unless you have a lot of free time and you can physically stand an hour or two of serious laughter. I laughed until my ribs hurt, and they haven't hurt for weeks... Yeah, I'm easily amused. Brother Dan sent me something from them and that lead to my re-discovery of the site. Andy and Drew came over... Andy has quit his job, and Karla is in the hospital tonight with abdominal pain, maybe gallbladder... so he's pretty down, especially since their insurance was through his work. I think that it's good until the end of the month... hope so, anyway. Karen thinks so, being the family insurance expert. Anyway, Karla is going to get a sonogram tomorrow for her gall bladder, which brings up something deep from my past. It has to do with a church in Hunter, Oklahoma... I overheard a conversation between two people, I think that one of them might have been my mother, about a guy that went to church there who had his gall bladder removed and he died from it. That would have been in the early 50's, when people died pretty regularly from what we now consider minor surgery. I must've been six or seven... anyway, this "galb ladder" was kind of interesting, and I figgered out all by myself that it was the ladder that you used to get to heaven when you died. Made perfect sense to me at the time. I wasn't really sure what kind of a ladder a galb ladder was, but I knew that dad had a coupla ladders that he carried around on his truck, but they weren't long enough to get to heaven. So galb must mean long or big or something like that. I remember hiding under the bushes at the foundation of the church and thinking about this for quite a while. I spent quite a bit of time hiding under those bushes, being somewhat reclusive... it was a nice, cool place to think, and nobody would ever find me there. For some reason or another, I never got enough courage to ask an adult what "galb" meant, and then I forgot about the whole thing until just now... minds are really strange things. The bushes by the church were honeysuckles, and really smelled nice. Blast from the past. And it getting late, and I have to go to work in the morning again, dammit. I still really miss my seven-day-off stretches! O'yeah... another Happy Birthday to brother Dan!