Sir Gregory Hall, Esq.
2018-04-20 16:13:05 UTC
Today at WalMart I purchased a nice,
covered swing set. It's constructed
of steel tubing and outdoor fabric, light
brown fabric and dark brown, powder-
coated steel. Has a nice adjustable awning
on top under which swings a bench seat
for two.
What a pain in the ass to put together,
however. Especially since it's an outdoor
project because that's where it goes. Too
big and awkward to build up at the cabin
and carry down assembled. Would have
required two people - one on each end.
So, I carried the big box down the steep
steps I put in a few weeks ago and along
the path to beneath the big pine tree.
That's where I chose to assemble it. So
many little bolts, nuts and washers. And
then a bunch of plastic and rubber covers
to smooth out the nuts and bolts. And,
dropping anything on the tree-mould
covered ground almost guaranteed losing
it. Farking wind was gusting up the holler
to 30 mph as the afternoon temperature
was going down to fifty degrees as yet
another cold front barrels through.
(Global warming, my ass! Chronic liar
liberals, Nadegda and kensi. I'd like
to strangle them.)
So, it took me over two hours to get it
assembled and I managed to not lose
anything important in the process. Cut,
my finger on a sharp edge and bled all
over the place was the worst of it.
I also carried a medium-sized charcoal
grill down the hill and set it up close to
the swing. Now, I need to look for
some kind of suitable, rugged table so
there is a place to put meat, condiments
paper plates, utensils, etc. when I cook
out down by my little creek. One of
those round concrete tables would be
the cat's meow. I guess I need a picnic
basket, too. And a small portable ice
chest to keep a few brews cold on a hot
afternoon. And, one of those red and
white checkered table cloths that just
says *picnic*.
Oh, and I need a small plastic covered
container, maybe a garbage can, for the
charcoal briquettes and starter fluid to
keep it all dry and to keep the black
bears and other critters from rooting
around in it.
Hey, being a lubber mountain man has a
few advantages. I sure don't envy city
slickers like poor kensi. She's stuck in a
small urban apartment with zero amenities.
People crowded all around. Noise, air and
electromagnetic pollution. Congestion,
crime and all manner of rabble muscling in.
Kensi's liable to be robbed or raped just
going to and from work. I couldn't live
like that.
Nads is a little bit smarter to pick a
place in the desert although it's probably
some kind of apartment house, too. Girls
just aren't into independent living. Liberal
girls, in particular, all believe it takes a
village. Imbeciles! Village idiots!
Shame on them! I could use a good
country girl around here but where the
flock are they? They've all been turned
into raving lunatic liberal witches whom
I'd sooner slap than tap.
covered swing set. It's constructed
of steel tubing and outdoor fabric, light
brown fabric and dark brown, powder-
coated steel. Has a nice adjustable awning
on top under which swings a bench seat
for two.
What a pain in the ass to put together,
however. Especially since it's an outdoor
project because that's where it goes. Too
big and awkward to build up at the cabin
and carry down assembled. Would have
required two people - one on each end.
So, I carried the big box down the steep
steps I put in a few weeks ago and along
the path to beneath the big pine tree.
That's where I chose to assemble it. So
many little bolts, nuts and washers. And
then a bunch of plastic and rubber covers
to smooth out the nuts and bolts. And,
dropping anything on the tree-mould
covered ground almost guaranteed losing
it. Farking wind was gusting up the holler
to 30 mph as the afternoon temperature
was going down to fifty degrees as yet
another cold front barrels through.
(Global warming, my ass! Chronic liar
liberals, Nadegda and kensi. I'd like
to strangle them.)
So, it took me over two hours to get it
assembled and I managed to not lose
anything important in the process. Cut,
my finger on a sharp edge and bled all
over the place was the worst of it.
I also carried a medium-sized charcoal
grill down the hill and set it up close to
the swing. Now, I need to look for
some kind of suitable, rugged table so
there is a place to put meat, condiments
paper plates, utensils, etc. when I cook
out down by my little creek. One of
those round concrete tables would be
the cat's meow. I guess I need a picnic
basket, too. And a small portable ice
chest to keep a few brews cold on a hot
afternoon. And, one of those red and
white checkered table cloths that just
says *picnic*.
Oh, and I need a small plastic covered
container, maybe a garbage can, for the
charcoal briquettes and starter fluid to
keep it all dry and to keep the black
bears and other critters from rooting
around in it.
Hey, being a lubber mountain man has a
few advantages. I sure don't envy city
slickers like poor kensi. She's stuck in a
small urban apartment with zero amenities.
People crowded all around. Noise, air and
electromagnetic pollution. Congestion,
crime and all manner of rabble muscling in.
Kensi's liable to be robbed or raped just
going to and from work. I couldn't live
like that.
Nads is a little bit smarter to pick a
place in the desert although it's probably
some kind of apartment house, too. Girls
just aren't into independent living. Liberal
girls, in particular, all believe it takes a
village. Imbeciles! Village idiots!
Shame on them! I could use a good
country girl around here but where the
flock are they? They've all been turned
into raving lunatic liberal witches whom
I'd sooner slap than tap.
--
Yours Truly,
Gregory Hall
"Tsk, tsk. No one appreciates his brilliance, poor fellow.
(There might be a message in that for him.)"--Rhonda Lea Kirk Fries
http://apprhondaleahkirkfries.blogspot.com/2014/05/rhonda-leah-kirk-fries-interview.html
Yours Truly,
Gregory Hall
"Tsk, tsk. No one appreciates his brilliance, poor fellow.
(There might be a message in that for him.)"--Rhonda Lea Kirk Fries
http://apprhondaleahkirkfries.blogspot.com/2014/05/rhonda-leah-kirk-fries-interview.html