Dude on the bus. . .

. . .was headless!

I figured it was blog-worthy if nothing else lately has been. Although. . .I have had a ton of fun working with ('for', actually, since I've been getting paid) a good friend who is in the midst of a full home remodel. And when I say 'full', I mean down to the everloving c. 1926 studs. I've learned a lot, too. Like, how to hang sheetrock (oww!) for instance. I've also learned how NOT to hang sheetrock as well as how NOT to do a lot of things. It's a learning process and I came out knowing more than when I started. I would have to say that them most satisfying task was the demolition process (I only got to do the tail-end, though). There is something deeply cathartic about smashing plaster walls to smithereens and then yanking out the lath one piece at a time. Nevermind the cumbersome goggles and respirator. It was a blast (or, was it a smash?).

Then, there's chess. I've taken to sitting down at a chess board with a friend who has recently re-taken-up the game when I don't want to wait forever for a pool table to open up. I've known how to play the game for as long as I can remember. Or, rather, I know how the pieces move. Knowing how to play the game is something I have not yet even begun to approach. But, it's a great diversion and I find that it's good for my head. Mindfulness: that is the key to not losing. . .badly, anyway.