How is it that perfectly innocent activities now have a dark, insidious side?
My house was measured by a young lady for new carpeting this morning. And in this new world I felt suspect for having put up plastic sheeting to protect my floors while removing popcorn ceilings. After all, isn't that how Dexter might have prepared to commit a hideous murder?
I am just about the least masculine guy you'll ever meet, so what the heck happened? When I amble into Home Depot these days, I actually feel like I belong there. In fact, I am there so often that their employees ask ME where to find things.
The popcorn ceilings are slowly coming down, but I'm getting the hang of it and am coming to believe that I may even finish some day.
One of my two partners in crime doing this house remodel/demolition is 74 years old, yet he does at least as much physical labor as us younger guys. Maybe I really do still have a few years left in me.
I'm a guy who likes to get out into the ocean several times each week and interact with the creatures I encounter there. I often swim with dolphins, sharks, rays, and whales. Check out my photos on my website: www.TropicalLight.com