Below are the 3 most recent journal entries recorded in uncle_fuzzy's LiveJournal:

Friday, December 31st, 2004
8:46 pm	This is Lo-lo, Uncle fuzzy has been letting me read his and your entries. He doesn't update his journal very often so I asked if I could join in, here. Some of you don't update very often either (you know who you are) guilt, guilt. Uncle Fuzzy wrote a "How To" article about the nephew's tree house with a "Why To" interview and is sending it out to some mags. but they don't look for this stuff until just before Spring. The front porch does not have a swing, but it was hit by a car and now it is kinda' swingin' itself. It has taken over a month to get the insurance straightened out and I don't know when repairs might begin. There's half a new walk way out front, I stripped the kitchen cabinets but not refinished them and I've un-hung the bedroom doors and started, but not finished, their repairs. Being off work does create havoc. Bless you and your days in the education system you hopefully only have enough time to get into a little bit of trouble. Study, study study... home repair is twice as much fun as sending out resume's and job applications but not not half as much fun as gainful employment. Looking forward to the New Year and changing some of the Old Ways. Post suggestions of articles you would like to read in magazines and maybe Uncle Fuzzy will write on your topics! Current Mood: contemplative Current Music: ragtime piano (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 17th, 2004
3:51 am	We have returned from Summering in the Midwest... where sweating is the primary means of passing time. Swearing is also popular. I possess a natural affinity for the medium, but found it a challenge to practice in an equivalent 'around-the-clock' fashion. Nevertheless, the presence of two nephews, one niece, and the raising of a small building provided a basis for exercise in both disciplines, and I refined my talents in each art to a fine edge. The nephews were greatly interested in the power tools, however I lacked the heart to avert my gaze and let Darwin's theory unfold to it's haemorrhagic conclusion. The niece encountered a modicum of danger on the base-paths of the local softball diamond, but ice and aspirin quelled the bulk of her damage. Our niece is a lovely girl with quick eyes and a wry smile, and displays an angelic expression when fast asleep. Indeed, during our visit her dozing countenance was a near fixture on the couch facing the television, although the overstuffed chair adjacent to the dining room table is also a favorite. The dear lass can even achieve a cherubic cast while draped precariously over the second-floor bannister, which cost me a five dollar bet with her older brother. But she truly hit her stride when Morpheus overtook her while accompanying me in the shotgun seat of the family vehicle. All along the crowded avenues of her suburban town, passersby commented on the striking whiteness of the sleeping teen's incisors, or the pretty alignment of her molars. Once at a stoplight, a startled physician leaned out the window of his idling SUV to inform me that his cursory visual inspection revealed no abnormalities in my young passenger's palate or uvula, and that the tonsils appeared pink and healthy. "Does she get adequate rest?" he shouted over the rumble of traffic. I thought back over the last week. "About fourteen hours a day." I replied loudly, but the light changed and I was unable to decipher his prognosis. Oddly, it seemed to be concerned the color of socks, but I must have misheard him. Current Mood: chipper Current Music: Over and over - Joe Walsh (9 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, March 29th, 2004
4:41 pm	The crap I put up with There are entirely too many people who can play the guitar better than I can. And they make a heckuva lotta money doing it. So if they were unable to play, for whatever reason, the general public would be forced, eventually, to choose me for their musical entertainment. Don Felder's salary would become my own. Unless, of course, the general public decided to do without music rather than pay me to play. From this I conclude that the general public is a bunch of stinking, cheap, overly sophisticated music critics. Current Mood: contemplative Current Music: the bleating of a relative (2 Comments |Comment on this)