The Great Wall of Frankfort

Project number 58 was completed this weekend as I can now walk out on my patio in my boxers and not give a fashion show to the neighbors.

OCD Tim thought he measured enough to make everything fit where it needs but apparently I was off in one section as the circular saw made an appearance (and some cuss words) late in the process.

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before

after

Tim the Influencer

Look out Kardashian family as there is another influencer in the social media world. Unbeknownst to me but a friend sent me the attached picture from a popular social media site. A 'chasing the 80's' group within the site adorned my picture for a suggested topic/group to follow. I didn't submit said picture to the group so apparently they pulled it from here, which is fine.

My date that day, Desiree, has more influencer pull than me I would think as she can probably generate a boner army quite quickly with that tan and hair. Influence on Desiree, wherever you are.

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Mourning in the front, Jazzercise in the rear

For those individuals who must get their workout in but recently lost a loved one, a place up the road from me allows you to do both in the same building! The local cremation and funeral service establishment recently added a crossfit operation to the rear portion of the building.

Hopefully the walls separating the two are soundproof as I can picture a moment of silence going on in the front as a faint "get those legs up ladies!!!" is heard from the rear.

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funeral/cremation in the front

crossfit in the rear

evolution of the patio

Photos of the porch/patio transformation. Next up is project fence.

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Men Holding Fish

The second weekend of June hit the calendar and the 50-somethings took to Williamsburg for the annual Lake Skegemog Invitational. The comradery was outstanding as always and we always eat pretty well during the weekend but this year Al B. and Slick of Team SOL took the food portion up a notch. Both recently purchased the grill/griddles that are the big thing these days. It was like a dueling piano battle as both worked their magic on said griddles, creating some outstanding meals. 

Oh yeah, we fished a little also.

Most of us were under the impression it was only going to be an individual "biggest fish for for the weekend" competition like last year (with side wages available), however, the SOL's threw a curveball to the process in first purchasing new team jerseys for themselves and then subtly saying, "let's make Saturday's two sessions a team bet." They poked the bear as the Seadogs took both sessions with Al C. taking large fish for the weekend at roughly three and half pounds. Three and half is a great fish but the five pound jumbos of previous years didn't show their faces this weekend. No complaints from anyone as we all had too much food in our mouths to do so.

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don't know the dog and the phrase is overused but
"what a good dog" - sat still the entire time

dueling griddles working their magic

Al C. taking the weekend trophy for big fish

yes, we're grown-ups but still
haven't gotten past adolescence 

Digit-head Manual has Arrived

Yours truly was at the grocery story the other day walking by the magazine rack when the skies parted and trumpets blared as the pictured magazine showed itself. Tucked in between a Cosmopolitan and a TIME, the digit-head manual. The 2023 college football preview!!!

In the upcoming months, this magazine will be the reading material during meals. Pages will eventually get covered with parts barbecue sauce, ketchup, mustard, chicken grease and anything else you can think of that a person can get on their fingers while attempting to turn a page to see how Joe Blow University is going to do on the gridiron this fall. My alma mater is going to blow but I can't get enough of college football, even with the free agency/portal process in recent years that has players jumping ship in one year rather than working hard and living up to their commitments.

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Hoop Resurrection

The basketball hoop at the church across the street from me took a spill last fall during one of my slam dunk presentations for the locals (disclaimer: fake news as a wind storm through the area took it down). So much that the front rim bent up as noted in the first picture when the frame came tumbling down. While it won't atone for my many shortcomings over the past 55 years and I'm not a church-going person, I gave back this week in the form of a replacement rim for the church. Game on.

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