I’ve had the same car (a 1994 Intrepid) for nearly ten years. It served me well, but with over two hundred thousand kilometres on the odometer it was starting to show its age. A little breakdown earlier this month started me thinking, and then Irene began to talk about going car shopping.
Meet my new car…
I’m a bad son. I now live closer to my Mother than I have in years, but I rarely phone her, and months can go by between visits. I always feel guilty when she phones me after one of my extended silences to see if I’m still alive and kicking.
About a year ago, I started preparing a room in our house for my pool table. I don’t own a pool table, but in my mind I’ve had one for years. I don’t even play pool very well, but its one of those “things” that has been nagging at me since I was a kid.
So, as I was saying, I started working on this room….
Continue reading The Neverending construction…