Unabashed

Time, it would seem, is not on my side. While creating this new website and polishing off a few stories I’ve been hard at work in other areas as well:

1) I work a regular job, so my first priority is always in making sure I don’t get fired. That way I can buy all those luxury items my son seems to be hooked on; milk, diapers, food. It also helps me pay my mortgage, which is soon to be disappearing because:
2) I’m selling my house. It’s a nice three story hut (3br, 2ba, basement, big back yard, etc.) but over the past year (since my son was born–Oct 26) I found out the hard way how much impact he would have on my finances. Sure, and I know that every parent discovers the same thing, I’m not complaining, I’m just explaining that that’s why I’m ditching the mortgage, and this is one of the many things sapping my time right now and keeping me away from updating my blog and working on my new website. Got to make sure all the pain is shipshape, everything is manicured, etc. Also sucking my time away:
3) Making it possible for me to sell my current house, my grandfather has given me his house. He doesn’t need it, he’s moved into another house. The house he’s giving me is the one he built in 1952. This is the major time sucker in my life right now, because I’m having to gut this house completely and renovate from slab to shingle. New heat pump, sheetrock, windows, flooring, paint, kitchen, bathroom… everything.
4) Finally: Yesterday I volunteered for Habitat for Humanity and helped build a house. I helped roof the entire home. Now, I’ve got my own hammer, my own tools and tool belt, and I’ve got some skill (I framed houses when I was a teen for extra $$), but I’ll tell you the one thing I found out that I don’t have: habit. This experience was very rewarding in one way, but my ass didn’t even know I had an ass until yesterday. Ditto for the legs and back which must be in about 15 knots. I don’t regret it at all, the physical stuff is good for the body, I know, but damn. I didn’t know eight hours of roofing would whip a boy so bad.

All right; that’s about it. These are the things that are sucking the time away from my days. I’m writing in whatever spare time I can muster. Tomorrow I’m working on getting this house ready to sell and tomorrow night working through a bottle of rum with my friends R-Train and Powder Keg. Yes, I hang with superheros. Didn’t I tell you? My wife is named Icepaw.

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written by Matt Mitchell