Joe, Joe, Joe, building, repairing, tinkering in the shop, your name should have been "Tinker Bell".
In all the years I've known you you have never slowed down, not even a little bit.
Wish I could find the time in a day to do even one-half the things you do!
It's about 2 pm here as I write this, and hotter than the shades of Hades outside.
Wildfires all around us, the Rifle Range has been closed due to "Fire Hazard" since the first part of July and, although the A/C is on in the shop, you'd never know it.
Less than six weeks ago everybody was wondering if summer would ever get here.
She came in like a charging Lion and she ain't let up, not even a little bit. I expect water rationing to come into play pretty soon as the snow on the mountains is getting higher and higher up the mountains, the first part of June was all about flooding, now we're wondering if we will have enough water....
When it gets like this a short nap seems in order, and I do that best in my old recliner.
Guess where I'm headed?
But, before I do that I wanted to say what a nice job you do with your "tinkering".
You hang in there brother, you're going to really enjoy that retirement when it gets here.
Uncle Russ....