Dreadful Monday

Fourteen Marlin players and coaches infected. And the Yankees are about to inherit the locker rooms that Miami just used. What could go wrong?

This is why it is too soon to be playing baseball or football.
This is just stupid. When will they stop chasing the $$$ when a player dies or sues them?

In other news...

Mondays suck.  That's a straight-up news breaking bulletin, isn't it?

We have not been on our boat all season long. 
And that is a 1st world problem, isn't it? Boohoo for me. 
But the point is that I was walking the dog at lunch and a neighbor saw me pointed at my legs and said my legs were the same color as my shorts.  I had to laugh because I am the palest Italian American you have ever seen.  And my legs do match my shorts sadly. (white shorts)
I miss being on the water and getting sun but it is what it is and I can't dwell. She told me she has a tanning bed in her home and I could use it if I like. I said thank you but no thank you. I am not going to my neighbors and getting in her tanning bed. Gross. But apparently, my legs really bothered her, even more than they bother me being this blindingly white. Oh well, worse problems in the world you know? My legs work. So they will be just fine pale and pasty.

Rick decided he was missing fishing so heaven forbid he be idle.
Rick loves to tinker in the garage. 
I don't enter our garage because it has more tools than Home Depot.
It's hard to walk in there - I leave it to his domain.

He tinkers around and builds things and stains and paints etc.
Since the pandemic, he goes out there more. I think it is a stress reliever.
When he began playing with epoxy's he saw this table and said I could make that.  I believe I posted this.

I said where will we use that? No, he tells me I am going to sell them.
I said. "What the hell do you mean to sell them?"
He said the man who made this sent me the how-to for the table sold his for over $700.  I chuckle and say something supportive but seriously...
(bad wife again doubting him)

So, we had these old trays that are various sizes in the storage closet in the garage that were going to be thrown away. 
He decided to begin practicing this on something small before the table.
He came to me and asked me to come out to the garage to view his practices.
He said, " I am getting close. I need a darker color and more practice but I can do this and it's fun and creative for me."  Great.

Here is what his 1st-time practice looks like.

Sure they need LOTS of work but this is his first try. He needs more colors, 2 to be exact but he's just practicing right now and I think he'll get there.
He needs his bubbles and white to be better for sure. 
I wish I could be like him though.  He says I am going to build a cabinet for you and he shows me the picture in the magazine and viola it looks just like that.
He then gets a wild hair up his arse and says I think I wanna try to make a table like this to sell. And his first practice is pretty darn good considering it's his first time. If I did that it would more like tie-dye.  
I don't need to tell you for the thousandth time that I have no talent or skills so I am always surprised that he just says I want to do this and he does it.  Makes me want to hate him. :-)  

Once he told me he wanted to build a greenhouse out of PVC and make it self watering. I made the mistake of laughing. That only makes him more determined to prove me wrong. He had no blueprint except what he drew on paper. So he fooled around until he got what he wanted and it was amazing.  My girlfriend wanted it when we moved west and offered to buy it but he gave it to her. She uses it to this day and LOVES it. 
I wish he could do that with money. 
Make me some money in that garage and then let's flee baby!

The guy is so busy you would think that this would be the last thing he'd want to do in his downtime. But it's Zen-like for him, just like fishing is for him. He can be a cranky old cuss and I will say, why don't you go fishing. 
He thinks I'm being a nice wife. Nope. I just want Mr. Cranky Pants to leave because I know when he comes home he is back to normal. 
It's all about me you see.😀  
He goes fishing cranky and comes back himself. 
It truly is Zen-like for him just like putzing around in the garage. I figure we all need something that lowers the blood pressure and makes one calmer. 

Since I don't have any damn talent at anything I will just have to find my zen in wine...tee hee