Hey! No sleep deprivation kicking in at two in the morning. Cool! But what about the complaints from the neighbors when I’m cranking out blanks for spoons on the bandsaw? And then there is the thud, thud thud from the mallet as I shape the hollows on the spoons for Christmas presents. Will my soundtrack from the junk box radio summon Officer Opie for a four in the morning confrontation with the Fuzz? Remember, my carving workshop is no longer in the basement of our house. It’s in our old greenhouse.
What about if I resume an ancient habit of serenading the neighborhood with my guitar at five after a long night partying with old friends who likewise have new, early morning energy?
Being that I am perpetually short of time, the new energy and lack of sleep deprivation would be “interesting.”
But I’m not sure my wife wants to be constantly bailing me out of jail.
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I think I would join in with the guitar playing.
Fair warning: I don’t know if my wife will bail us both out.
Please meet my neighbor who likes to mow and blow his yard at 8 in the evening. 😬🙄
I’ve had neighbors like that….grrrrrrr.
Our neighbors across the street are very late people, and it’s amusing most of the time. The two little boys are hopping with energy at midnight and the mom accidentally texted Pedro once to go check on her chickens in the middle of the night when they were gone on vacation – she hadn’t noticed the time. The dad mows the lawn sometimes at 10 pm, with a headlamp on. Luckily, it’s rare. I guess your post reminds me that people find things to do at all hours. I hope you stay out of jail, Lou! ha ha!
Trev, from the UK, is going to join me….hey, with Pedro we’d make a trio…the fuzz would think it was a riot.
Probably! ha ha!
Office Opie is grateful for any cameo shot these days. People don’t pay much attention to the circles and arrows as they once did.
or glossie prints…bet you could join me on the Group W Bench…Kill…Kill!
Tomorrows the day for all of us on the Group W Bench…
I’ll see you for coffee at Alice’s!
Oh Lou, I just had the weirdest thought. In 1968/69 I first hear Alice’s Restaurant at a speech meet — humorous interpretation of oratory — and here we are. And creating a nuisance.