The Michael Swayne Story V: King of his Castle

It was so cold this morning. I wore knee-high socks, shorts, gloves, my coat, and was still cold. While delivering this morning, I was cold, and bored, so I made up a song to help lighten my mood, and temperature.

My hands are cold,
My legs are not.
And that's because
My legs are hot.

The rest of the song is somewhat inappropriate. Frankly, I am a little shocked that I even thought up the rest of the lyrics. I guess I have watched too many R-rated ...

This happens...



The guy featured in this video clip is my one and only brother. One of my Dad's friends came to the house on Monday to inform us that my brother was going to be on the show. We didn't believe it at first, because it is very hard to believe that my brother would even agree to go on television. So, I rode my bike to Grandma's and watched it. Basically, my brother failed the lie detector test and now the people who watch this show as well ...

So, Dad's been home for a whole week, and I am loving it. His business is already making money. And I talked to one of his old customers today about it. So, there will be a lot more work coming in. The guy runs a contracting company and has several vehicles that need fixed. It seems like everyone who would have Dad work on stuff decided to just run their vehicles until they couldn't move rather than going to someone else to repair it. It's good for Dad, but bad on the cars.

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For some weird reason, my computer was working fine for a whole 30 minutes on Saturday, 19 minutes on Monday, and 35 minutes yesterday. I think that it knows its time on my desk is growing short, and is wanting to prove it is still functional one last time before it is forever stowed underneath my bed or in my closet. It was really REALLY slow, and I only got to play a couple games of Solitaire each time; but it worked.

Anyway...

Grandma came over on Saturday. I ...

I was planning on making one more post in my journal, but with everything changing lately, I can't. Basically, this chapter of my life is ending, and the next one is about to begin. Dad had a three-day visit on Monday, and Grandma drove him back to the rehab center this morning. Chances are that this Tuesday he will be home for good. So, everything is becoming normal again. The Life on my Own is ending, and I am about to take my rightful place on the throne again.

So, let's begin. ...