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It's been a short week and that means doing the same amount of everything with one less day. It's also my partner/editor/wife's birthday today so things will be as succinct as possible. If you happen to see her please wish her well and of course do your best to make the most of this beautiful day.

we've just begun

looks like we've made it

A few weeks ago I wrote about hot hose water and was surprised that this wasn’t a standard part of growing up. I guess people have more sense and know to wait a moment to let the hose cool down. What can I say, when I’m thirsty, I’m thirsty.  There are a lot of specific things in my memory that I assume are universal but are actually localized to my upbringing. Today’s subject is probably one of those localized things, the BackJack.

Growing up with 4 kids in the house there was a lot of scrambling for the best seat and fighting over where that seat was and who it was next to and for a time there were a limited amount of seats and then one day my Mom brought home a BackJack. That resulted in more fighting and arguing and trickery because everyone wanted to sit in this amazing seat. Who wouldn’t? It’s close to the ground. Close to the TV. You can flip it around and lay on it. It’s a miracle of simplicity. Two bent metal tubes connected with more bent metal and covered in fabric with a thin cushion. Eventually another BackJack showed up and that kept the arguing and wrestling to a minimum.

I loved those Backjacks and told myself one day when I grew up I’d have a bunch of them and everyone could just hang out on the floor. But as you move out into the world furniture is mostly borrowed or found. For years we slept on a futon bed we got when a friend moved. Some of the slates supporting the mattress were broken and occasionally I ended up with a locked up back but it was free and when you’re starting out cheap or free are the words you live by.

As I aged I started to figure out the things I valued. Eventually we got our own nice bed. It cost a little bit but I’ve never had a moment of regret. A good sleep is worth it! When I was a kid it seemed like buying a Rolex or a Porsche were the measures of success but those seem so silly. I have a phone that tells time, connects me to the internet and holds all my music. Porsches burn through gas and appear very uncomfortable. They can’t fit any people or groceries or stuff from the hardware store. For me these are nonsensical aspirations.

Lately I’ve been working on art on the ground in my unfinished basement. I don’t have a better way to move around and get at things easily. Unfortunately, I’m not as mobile and flexible as I used to be. Sitting cross legged on concrete for hours started to strain my back. I began to do some gentle yoga to try and help things but that is a process and I wanted an immediate solution so I could get back to work. What would be a simple easy fix? What I really need is some sort of tiny stool. A small floor chair. As I tried to figure out the answer the memory arrived and the answer was clear and now I own a small wonderful piece of my childhood and my back feels much better.

Friend of the Week

I will let Kevin, this week's friend submitter, break down this fine feline. "Big Snowball/maia, the best snuggler East of the Mississippi.  She loves her humans and her smaller sister, Small Snowball.  Favorite wrestling move: The Avalanche."

If you would like your best animal associate to be a friend of the week simply email me 3 pictures of them and I will do my best to try and capture their essence.

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Solid,
Tim

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