As I write this I'm looking out the window at the cloudy sky. The weather's cooler this weekend than it has been in months. It's rather nice. It's Labor Day here in the States. We tend to forget the fight that workers in the past have done that we benefit from. So, I give you this awesome scene from Newsies.
Second Meandering ...
Marc winced as he pulled into a stall in front of the gas station convenience store. With a groan, he dragged himself from the jeep. Using the vehicle for support, he arched his left foot and stretched the damaged muscles in his left calf. They cramped.
He sucked in air at the too-familiar pain and steadied his breathing. Once the spasms had calmed a little, he began the slow series of stretching exercises his physical therapist had given him.
“Just keep on moving until you’re gone,” a male voice said from behind, the sound rough with years.
Marc tried to turn, but his stupid leg cramped again. He lost his balance and stumbled against the door.
“Drunk—or high. Fool kids. A waste of space.”
“I beg your pardon?” Marc finally looked at the old man and tried not to be offended at the remark. No point in ticking off the locals.
“We don’t want ya. We don’t need ya. Go back where ya come from.” The old man spit some disgusting dark liquid out the side of his mouth before stomping inside the convenience store.
Third Meandering ...
There's progress on the house, but it's not something I can post pictures of. They installed the basement plumbing and next week they should pour that foundation and do some backfilling of dirt around the outside (which they dug wider than needed to give them room to work). After that they start framing the house itself. Then I'll have pictures.
Something I have planned for my basement stairs ...
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What books would you have on your stairs?