Beats the hell out of mopping those splintery old wood floors that were in some of the houses we lived in as kids.  We were the ultimate gypsy band of vagrants, except I believe Gypsies have a tighter clan and some kind of back-up, they stick together.  We were rag-tagging along with our mom, following our dad to parts unknown with no money and no means of reliable transportation – just get a rubber band (duct tape hadn’t been invented yet) and a wrench and hammer and hope for the best. 

But back to the roof.  I can’t seem to sleep past 3 a.m. as of the last week or so and even going to bed at 9 or 10 doesn’t help.  I had all the fixin’s to do the roof and had planned it for today.  The weather’s cooling nicely in the early morning and it’s perfect, no blasting sun, no heat…you know the drill.  I sent my good neighbor an email last night and since she’s an early riser, asked her to give me a shout and make sure I didn’t fall of the damned roof and just be lying there in a-g-o-n-y wishing I was dead.  She checked on me.  Thanks Amy.

The roof went well.  It’s pretty damned white again.  The stuff you clean it with is spooky shit.  “WARNING!  Don’t let me dry on the roof!!!”  OK! I pulled up a hose with spray nozzle attached, the bucket, the cleaner, rubber gloves, and a rag mop.  When I finished the task and double sprayed everything down (oh yeah, I stowed the motosat first – what do these things actually do to you if they are up and transmitting and you get in the way?), I put the cleaner in the bucket that had diluted down solution in it, along with the mop and lowered it down with the nozzle end/hose around the bucket handle.  All the directions on the cleaner were dissolved by the time I stepped off the ladder and started rinsing things off…that’s diluted.   Umnhhhh…hope my rubber roof doesn’t dissolve too.

I managed to win 80c in a PokerStars $1.10 buy-in tourney last night, making it to 471st place out of 5002 players.  I have to tell ya, I never start with the worst hand.  But not much changes.

I may head for Vegas tomorrow after I spend the early a.m. tackling washing part of the coach exterior.  I miss the Riot and all his crazy antics.  He adds a bit of spice to the mix at grannie’s house.

Ya know what waking up at 3 a.m. does for you?  Makes you want to take a nap.  Laters.