The handyman can, oh the handyman can

Sorry Sammy.


Well, today was productive, but not in the way I had hoped. Mrs. Verm's back was hurting so we decided not to go downtown today. We we're just going to go to a little leather shop up the raod to get my new patch sewn on the vest I got at Bike week 2 weeks ago. So we hop on the bikes, pull out the driveway preparing to go and I notice my wifes' headlight is out, again. So I tell her to pull back in and get out the tools to check it. It's illegal to ride a motorcycle without headlights. I open the bucket up and chek the connections, one is loose and it's shorted the bulb. So I send the wife to get a new bulb at wallymart since she's going to pick up a few things for a barbeque tomorrow for us and the neighbors. While she's gone I tinker around trying to figure out where the connections go, I can't do much till I have a bulb that works though. So I decide to put up the wooden screen door we got for the inner garage door to the laundry room. The breeze through the breezway into the bedroom is great but I hate all the flies, hence the screen door. It needs trimmed to fit and I proceed to fairly butcher it to size with the cheap power saw I bought a couple weeks ago. Looks like crap but it's inside the garage and the only people that will ever see it live here. I get it up about the time Mrs. Verm gets home ( with some Sam Adams Summer Ale thank God! ). Then I wire the bike back up, replace some stripped screws in the light bucket and whamo, let there be light. Now I need me that beer.