get a new life. All day long all I could think about was 'will my stair bannister splats from Sue Cook Miniatures arrive from England today?' Pathetic, right? --but true!
I literally sprinted home from the train station this afternoon, even in the unseasonable heat. As I neared the steps to our shaded front porch, the tension was palpable...
Would there be a package waiting?
I suppose, gentle Reader, you're thinking that the title of this post is a dead giveaway. But the sad truth is there was no package waiting for me upon my arrival . The disappointment cut me to the quick. I felt just like the boyhood Christmas when I had asked for a 'Big Jim' doll --er, Action Figure, and received 'Major Matt Mason,' instead. Lame.
When would the package arrive? What if it got lost in the mail? Will the Entrance Hall staircase of Merriman Park ever be finished? These were the questions that haunted me and swirled through my mind as I retired to the backyard patio for the one thing that could assuage my growing anxiety:
No, I wasn't day-drinking alone! Don't judge me!...our friend Eric was there to console me (and shake up the first round).
The afternoon was far too gorgeous to be spent indoors hunched over my work table, anyway. Won't be many more --if any- days like this here in Minnesota, this season. But the barking of dogs at the picket-gate soon snapped us out of our reverie and a quick look-see at the front door brought --that's right! My dearly-awaited cast balustrade!
And now....to work!
I NEGLECTED TO HONOR THESE MEN.
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