I thought I was back to a regular writing schedule, but sleeping in later, doctor appointments, yard tasks, and laziness have gotten in the way. As a result, I once again find myself days from my last post. I’m simply not as motivated anymore, having written nearly 2,300 articles. I feel that I’m regurgitating the boring details of my day-to-day existence, with little to report. I struggle to find a subject of interest and realize that my blogging days are coming to an end. Maybe there’s a touch of depression?

My most recent hassle has been an overhead light fixture that I can’t properly install. Normally, I leave these projects to my son, but he’s been working every day. It’s a flush mount with two anchor bolts that need to be exactly aligned. I’ve tried several different approaches, but reading on-line reviews shows it to be a difficult fit. We’ve called for professional help. Part of the problem is my unsteady hands, coupled with a low DIY aptitude…”but I’m pretty good at drinking beer” (as the song goes by Troy Jones and recorded by Billy Currington.)

“I wasn’t born for diggin’ deep holes
I’m not made for pavin’ long roads
I ain’t cut out to climb high line poles
But I’m pretty good at drinkin’ beer”

“I’m not the type to work in a bank
I’m no good at slapping on paint
Don’t have a knack for making motors crank, no
But I’m pretty good at drinkin’ beer”

“I ain’t much for mowin’ thick grass
I’m too slow for workin’ too fast
I don’t do windows so honey don’t ask
But I’m pretty good at drinkin’ beer”

“A go-getter
Well, maybe I’m not
I’m not known for doin’ a lot
But I do my best work when the weather’s hot
But I’m pretty good at drinkin’ beer”

“So hand me one more
That’s what I’m here for
I’m built for having a ball
I love the nightlife
I love my Bud Light
I like ’em cold and tall”

“I wasn’t born for diggin’ deep holes
I’m not made for pavin’ long roads
I ain’t cut out to climb high line poles
But I’m pretty good at drinkin’ beer
I’m pretty good at drinkin’ beer”

“Oh, hand me one more boys
That’s what I’m here for”

Actually, I’m not even good at drinking beer, but the lyrics seemed appropriate for my DIY struggles. I did have four beers in the month of March, two at a ballgame and two more on the lanai talking with a friend. Lately, I’ve been into Moscow Mules made with vodka, ginger beer, and lime juice. I like the copper mugs that they’re served in when it’s time for a cold one.