A Hanging Shelf

The promised rain only came late in the day, so theoretically it did not prevent me from doing anything. It wasn’t the most productive day, however. I was up late reading so I slept in late and then moved some plants around before the rain hit, and cut some brush. I also unbolted and then refastened the ladder that Ann gave me so that it now makes a strange kind of hanging ladder shelf. Surely that is enough shelving now.

I took a nap in late afternoon so I expect it will be another late night. Tomorrow is Erin’s graduation party. In some ways I wish I could go to it.

About Barry Pomeroy

I had an English teacher in high school many years ago who talked about writing as something that people do, rather than something that died with Shakespeare. I began writing soon after, maudlin poetry followed by short prose pieces, but finally, after years of academic training, I learned something about the magic of the manipulated word.
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