Well, here I am a sixty years old male specimen crooked face but luckily it looks like I am smiling all the time. This might be an advantage but try to tell off some grandchildren with en everlasting smile isn't easy. But there are more things I used to do easily what can be a mountain to move. It is written that if ones believe is strong enough he can move a mountain. I tell you something, it doesn't work for me. Take last week. In the weekend the toilet started to block I had good hope it would solve itself but it sure didn't. The tank or like in National Lampoon's Christmas Holiday. Shitter was full. So I had to clear the tank lid. It's in the garage, a real smart idea that must have been around 1930-40 to use the old rainwater tank from 1851 and turn it in to a septic tank. On Tuesday the firm came to empty the tank, only one man so I had to help and on Wednesday I had to seal the thirty K lid and seal it. Then I had to clear and clean the whole garage. It looked very neat and tidy and I was proud of myself. It was at that very moment Ramsay knocked on my shoulder. My Ramsay side of my face became sore and stiff within minutes and within the hour I had an real old fashioned headache to go with it. It took the best part of Thursday and Friday to recover. In this same week one of my neighbors and a cousin died. This morning when my wife went to work I did some house work with time to rest I thought. Youngest daughter came in with two grand children, not the quietest ones. Coming Monday I have to attend a funeral and Tuesday and Wednesday I Work two day shifts Thursday and Friday I work two afternoon shifts. So Tomorrow Sunday my wife has to work and I plan on a quiet day. By the way, it looks like a whole story but it covers a week.
Renze