Neanderpundit

Doing some work at Mom’s the other night I am reminded of a kitchen remodel we did to her home just before she moved to her town house.

She took the old cabinets- whcih had flat doors with appliques- and had them covered in white formica. We also had to have a pair of cabinets remade- and when the time came, I hung the doors.

I stood on a chair holding the door in one hand, leaningt on the countertop below, and then secured the screws. A couple of adjustments here and there to get the door to lie perfectly level, and I leaned back to admire my handiwork.

THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP!!!

I had leaned back into the running ceiling fan, which managed to make a full revolution (all five blades) before my cranium stopped the motor. I ducked down, holding my head, and bled for a while.

The more I think about these moments, the more I understand things about myself now.

It is high time for Dick to return to blogging.

Everyone leave your enticement in the comments.

I’d threaten- as I often do- to show up at his house (as I know where he lives) in neon-purple socks and a sumo wrestler’s Mawashi– but I suspect he’d like it.

And yes, I’d warn The Mrs first so she could be elsewhere.

for a man to like the smell of his own body odor?

I mean, not like as in “have a cologne made”, I mean like as in, take off a tshirt after a hard day’s work and sniff it and say “it’s good to be a man”.