Bits and pieces floating in my mind:

BlogMad is a soon-to-be-released blog circulation tool – in the vein of BlogExplosion or Blog Soldiers. Click the link on the left margin, please.

I write these entries on my breaks and at lunch – so sometimes they come up short or choppy. Sometimes what I tried to write doesn’t come out the way it was intended, so you don’t even see it. Breaks are ten minutes, twice a day. Lunch is thirty minutes, once a day. Once in a while I can get time at home to write an entry – but home time is time to be with TMBWitW, so there’s not a lot of blogging from home.

I joined the Notebored (link at left) and now I realize that I don’t really have anything to write. Maybe next I should join a cooking club, then I won’t eat anything and loose the gut I’ve been slowly growing all these years.

There are too many blogs that are good reading and not enough time to read them all. I apologize to those who belong to the BlogExplosion/Soldier/Mad groups for not really spending a lot of time – I will stop and comment if I have seen your work before, or if you say something that gets me right then.

See you in church…

Sometime over the last few weeks, my site counter topped the 1000 mark. I’ve been tied up with so many different things that I totally missed the occasion.

Anyone remember if they were number 1000? Would you be so kind as to let me know if it was you? Just drop a comment here, or e-mail me at carycartter AT gmail DOT com.

No fabulous prize, just a big thank you for supporting this blog.

Before I forget – thank you, all of you, for reading. Either all of you for logging in at least once, or the two of you who don’t have anything better to do who have logged in waaaay too many times. No, really – thanks.

I was going to write a big long post about the difference between the way women are treated here in the great United States and the way females are treated under Islamic Law. (hint: under US law, women are not considered possessions)

Then, I thought about how political that would sound, and I decided not to. I’m trying to be a good Christian and love everyone. I really am. I’m also trying to learn to trust God more. TMBWitW is trying to talk me out of re-arming. I am strongly considering purchasing weaponry for personal and property protection. Yes, I am purposely considering exercising my rights under the second amendment. Liberals are feeling light-headed; they can sense the distrubance like a pebble dropped in an empty mind. I mean pool. A pool of water. That’s what I meant.

Anyway – I am not going to be a fixture in the political blogosphere. Too many good ones out there already, especially this guy. He has a habit of pointing out the obvious to the oblivious and making them appear small minded. Not that they need help appearing small-minded, but you know what I mean.

Back to work. Breaks are too short.

New walkway from extended patio to trash can pad – done.

Form for new trash can pad – built, not poured yet.

Yes, I mix and pour my own. Not bad for a cabinet guy, huh? Of course, now that I am getting up in the years, I can’t throw the 80 pound bags around like I used to. I am rather nicely surprised by how much I am not stiff and sore. Sure, a little achy, but not bad considering the shape I’m in. TMBWitW told me on Saturday to listen to my body – and to stop when I got tired. “But I’m not finished pouring the sidewalk, and there will be a ragged seam in the middle…”

She said, “I can live with the ragged seam, I can’t live without you. You are stubborn, aren’t you?”

Like that comes as a shock and surprise to anyone who knows me. I’m not stubborn, I’m a perfectionist. Sunday as I was finishing the pour, I was thinking to myself how to topcoat the concrete so it would look all smooth and one-piece.

Cinnamon put her right front paw in the almost-cured part. We decided to put all the paw prints (dogs only) in the same area.

All I have to do is level out the base for the last section, and I can start pouring that part. I should be finished by this weekend, then I can do the concrete Saturday morning. After that, I can start looking for some sod, edging, and kennel grit for the rest of the back yard, and maybe we’ll finally have the upper hand on the dust issue. Maybe. This is Arizona, after all.

First, I apologize for not blogging more often – I have this thing called “a life” that gets in the way of the blog(s) quite often.

Second, I am in the process of moving my e-mail to carycartter AT gmail DOT com – first, because for a free service, it rocks. Second, because for a free service, it provides (currently) 2.65 gigs (yes, gigs with a G) of storage – free. No auto-delete, all conversations remain grouped… go. Now. Check it out here.

And I’ll try to get something a little more interesting up soon.

I promise.