I was Capitan Productive today. I got the bedroom completely painted (two coats), started around the trim in the living room (a tasteful grey with the naughty name 'Satin Sheets') and bought a rug! That's right, kids, no more caveman living for this fellow. I've got me a rug to sleep on tonight! I found it at Economy Hardward which, strangely enough, is neither economical nor do they have much in the way of hardware. It's this furry shag rug, very simple and so much more comfortable that polished birch. After the last few days on the floor, it'll be like sleeping on a bed of Charmin' toilet paper.
I think that all this painting is starting to catch up to me, though. I noticed some unfamiliar stiffness and soreness today. Not that 'I've been working out' soreness I'm occassionally accustom to...it's more of a workin' man's ache. I'll be honest, it feels good. There is something to be said for vigorous physical activity that is productive (ie - not performed at a gym). It's satisfying in a truly visceral way. Perhaps I got a little of my Dad's 'frustrated farmer' gene...
Pat and I grabbed a drink at this awesome local tavern called 'The Peoples' Pub'. The outside is painted Soviet red and gold and one side has a painting of Elvis in one of those furry ear-flap hats. The inside is plastered with Soviet-era propaganda posters. (Clint, this is YOUR bar.) The place has a totally local feel to it and they only take cash. I felt like a VIP there because one of my best buddies is a Commie who lived in Cuba for a spell. When Brooke gets here with our camera, I'll post photos of this place.
Finally, I'd like to add some commentary regarding liquor stores in Boston. First off, I'm glad to be living in a state that doesn't let booze take Sunday off anymore. Especially since I usually do my weekly cooking on Sunday and I can't tell you how many times in the last few years I've had to pass on a recipe because it required sherry or a dry white wine. They don't open until noon on Sundays but at least they friggin' open! Second, they're all about the value when it comes to wine here. You'll walk into a liquor store and they'll have bins of wine that are labeled '2 for 10' or any variant therein. I walked by one tonight that listed '3 for 12'. Obviously, I'll need to stop by there tomorrow. Hurray for value!
It seems like I'm forgetting something but I'm done racking my brain. I'm headed for the fluffy goodness of a newly purchased rug, if you'll excuse me...
my stache rules, Richie,
S.
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