The mile walk from our house to the restaurant takes just a few minutes. When it's icy, one must be careful, and keep the hands out of the pockets lest they fall on their face. I almost learned this the hard way today. It was certainly not a pretty maneuver, but I executed a perfect split, followed by about a half lux, and a girly little shriek. Welcome to town California Kid.
My reason for taking this little walk was in fact destructive from the start, although not self-destructive. I came to knock down some walls in the restaurant which is exactly what I did. I am an expert at this sort of work, and I enjoyed every minute. First peeling off some paneling, then taking down the ceiling, and finally knocking out the sheet-rock and wall boards, I put in a long day's work, and was satisfied to see straight through the 3 dining rooms by nightfall. Much more work is needed, and I'm happy to do it. Not only is it fun, but it'll save a few days of having to pay someone else to do it.
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