Grit in the Gears

I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.

Wednesday, 13 July 2011

I've Been Wax-Polishing the Floor

Getting my mother's house ready to sell. And the polish, well, it's a beeswax/carnauba blend, with some sort of hallucinogenic solvent. it's a fairly big hardwood floor, hands and knees, wax on, polish off... and I was giggling. So I decided I'd better have some appropriate music accompaniment, as my brain crumbled.

Beats Antique:

2 comments:

red dirt girl13 July 2011 at 21:56
Everytime I listen to one of your music posts, I am reminded of how little I truly know you. Amazing after all these years ... xxx
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soubriquet15 July 2011 at 14:56
Well, I might be a bit of an antique, but I have an interesting patina, so it's said.

Bt srsly?

Here's another:-
http://gritinthegears.blogspot.com/2007_10_06_archive.html

XXXX!
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