Good morning everyone, beautiful sunny day today so I'm gonna play landscaper/gardener today. I am planting some trees close to the house to block some winter winds and summer sun. It may take a few years but will be real nice and eventually pay for themselves in energy savings (I hope). Allen is approaching the end of his school year and is going to JROTC camp next week. Jeremy is still hopping between Moms home and Dads home trying to get a footing on a job and checking into schools.
My work is very slow right now but still forty hours per week . We are hiring "seasonal" workers in preperation for late July into August as we are being told of orders coming in at about 80K per day which as an avid pessimist I find very hard to believe since in our very busiest times ever we averaged nearly 60K per day. I just don't believe that in the worst economic time in history the business is going to outpace its' record by 30%.
About the flea markets, we have a couple around here that I haven't been to but I've heard of them frequently for years so they must be well established. The flea market I go to is about 15 miles away and has three air conditioned buildings with about 60 or so booths altogether with deli's, fresh vegetables that are unbeatale, antiques, collectables, and odds-n-ends under a dollar tables. There are also many outside permanent booths and a temporary section where people can rent a space on a weekly basis to set up their small stands. A lot of people do this like a "yardsale" since it gets more "looky loos" than waiting for people to happen to drive by your house. It is open Sat. and Sun. 8-4 you really need to take a trip down here to check it out I think you will love it.
Thats all thats new for me right now. I try to check here for new posts everyday but much like my neglected E-mail I find myself busy with other stuff, hope to hear from everyone soon. Bye,,,,,,Greg
In Loving Memory
James A. Brownell
August 24, 1935
January 25, 2009
When I come to the end of my journey and I travel my last weary mile, just forget if you can, that I ever frowned and remember only the smile. Forget the unkind words I have spoken; remember some good I have done. Forget that I ever had heartache and remember I've had loads of fun. Forget that I've stumbled and blundered and sometimes fell by the way. Remember I have fought some hard battles and won, ere the close of the day. Then forget to grieve for my going. I would not have you sad for a day. But in summer just gather some flowers and remember the place where I lay, and come in the shade of the evening when the sun paints the sky in the west. Stand for a few moments beside me and remember only the best.
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