Operation Lewis
Well, well, I think my lifestyle can finally be upgraded from nomadic to semi-nomadic. (once an Apache, now a Navajo) My suitcase is now unpacked, and I actually feel like I can stretch my legs a little.
Maybe, now, I can get some mobility. Right now, it's a little tough getting my legs and arms to coordinate their movements. I suspect we have an immature circuit somewhere. The neurons can't seem to fire in the right order, and this makes for some frustrating and embarrassing moments. Alright, alright, it's more like face-plant after face-plant after...you get the idea. Then, you add some sneezing which sets off a digestive charge.... The only folks who empathize with my situation are the folks on the opposite end of life's spectrum who shop in the "other" diaper aisle. Luckily, people still think I'm cute after one of these episodes. And, ladies aren't yet put off by my bowel indiscretions, if you know what I mean.
While I'm still rather immobile, I'm using this "down" time to plan Operation Lewis. Why Operation Lewis, you ask? It can't logically be Lewis and Clark. "Clark" would have to be my partner in crime, and I'm a one-man operation right now. Here's the deal. I'm currently limited to a carpeted area in the living room, which leaves about 1,000 square feet of unexplored territory. The breakfast area is fairly typical. There are a few electrical outlets. I'll have to find some screwdrivers for those. Unfortunately, that project will be delayed, as Dad's tools are in our slow shipment. So, put that one on hold for a March date.
Now, the next mission is the kitchen. I had plans to sift through the garbage, but Mom bought a dadgum steel trash canister with a lid. But, there are plenty of cabinets in there. They're currently empty, but I know that there will be some great stuff like can openers, pots, pans, garlic presses, glass bowls, food....
The rest of our humble abode consists of a large laundry room, a bathroom, two bedrooms, and four nice-sized closets. I'm still working on my plans for those areas, but I suspect Mom and Dad will leave some interesting stuff on the floor. Hopefully, I can launch Operation Lewis before Mom shoots me down with some childproofing defense measures.
By the way, I'm including some recent photos. Mom finally let me wear my airplane suit. I kept telling her it was in my suitcase, but she kept forgetting to pull it out. Geeeez. I have some goofy faces in these takes, simply because Mom wasn't quite a pro at the photo op. She better "keep practicing."
Oh, and here's my latest tune (just click on it to listen):
Sink the Bismarck
Maybe, now, I can get some mobility. Right now, it's a little tough getting my legs and arms to coordinate their movements. I suspect we have an immature circuit somewhere. The neurons can't seem to fire in the right order, and this makes for some frustrating and embarrassing moments. Alright, alright, it's more like face-plant after face-plant after...you get the idea. Then, you add some sneezing which sets off a digestive charge.... The only folks who empathize with my situation are the folks on the opposite end of life's spectrum who shop in the "other" diaper aisle. Luckily, people still think I'm cute after one of these episodes. And, ladies aren't yet put off by my bowel indiscretions, if you know what I mean.
While I'm still rather immobile, I'm using this "down" time to plan Operation Lewis. Why Operation Lewis, you ask? It can't logically be Lewis and Clark. "Clark" would have to be my partner in crime, and I'm a one-man operation right now. Here's the deal. I'm currently limited to a carpeted area in the living room, which leaves about 1,000 square feet of unexplored territory. The breakfast area is fairly typical. There are a few electrical outlets. I'll have to find some screwdrivers for those. Unfortunately, that project will be delayed, as Dad's tools are in our slow shipment. So, put that one on hold for a March date.
Now, the next mission is the kitchen. I had plans to sift through the garbage, but Mom bought a dadgum steel trash canister with a lid. But, there are plenty of cabinets in there. They're currently empty, but I know that there will be some great stuff like can openers, pots, pans, garlic presses, glass bowls, food....
The rest of our humble abode consists of a large laundry room, a bathroom, two bedrooms, and four nice-sized closets. I'm still working on my plans for those areas, but I suspect Mom and Dad will leave some interesting stuff on the floor. Hopefully, I can launch Operation Lewis before Mom shoots me down with some childproofing defense measures.
By the way, I'm including some recent photos. Mom finally let me wear my airplane suit. I kept telling her it was in my suitcase, but she kept forgetting to pull it out. Geeeez. I have some goofy faces in these takes, simply because Mom wasn't quite a pro at the photo op. She better "keep practicing."
Oh, and here's my latest tune (just click on it to listen):
Sink the Bismarck
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