The Flags And The Sheds

Why bother writing constantly...with school most things have gotten both predictable and busy.

The highlights of the week have been painting the garage floor with rubber paint so it won't leak and building a garden shed.

I got to use a roller. Plus I was just getting over my cold, so I couldn't smell the paint fumes at all. Some might consider that a bad thing, but I was alright with it. Plugged the trusty MP3 player into some speakers and Dad asked a bunch of questions about my trip to PA next summer. He seems to fine with everything.

As for the garden shed...can you ever have too many outbuildings? We'd made a model of the framing on the computer, but then Dad changed the dimensions and threw off the roof angle, so that became pretty useless. We spent the evenings all week preparing the foundation and floor frame, then over the weekend we built the walls. Our loft is like a Home Depot lumber warehouse, we were able to get all the wood we needed from there and barely made a dent in Dad's stash. Got lotsa blisters from hammering.

Then they all got popped in a very energetic game of Capture The Flag at youthgroup Sunday night. Was a junior high/senior high collaboration, and those events are generally very cool.
The junior highers are all really slow, and my team had more adults. Adults like to pretend they're planning war offensives, and they actually listen to each other and work together. Me being the speedy one, between a group of maybe four of us we could stage a run all through their territory without getting caught, and did so probably five times. Couldn't find their flipping flag. We got it in the end though.
What made it interesting was instead of tagging someone to capture them, everyone had two flag football flags on a belt that they wore. If both their flags got ripped off, they were out for the rest of the game. It was alright for the 'dead' players too, 'cause they could take a break.
The downside was the playing field was narrow, so getting through their borders was a trick.

Played percussion at church this Sunday. Small congregation, most people seemed really bored, but it was fun. Got to play more than I usually do. Bongos, clicker sticks, shaker, tambourine, tom, and xylophone. And a stool that sounded cool when hit with a drumstick.

Two weeks until my PSAT. Going to take the practice test this weekend, then the real deal next one. Good luck to me.

SOTD: Mathew West - You Know Where To Find Me (Don't listen to Mathew West a lot, but he's got some really great songs)