With bargains found at the Riverbend yardsale including a pickax I have finally completed the chicken moat. Well to say it is a moat is not completely right. It is more of a channel. It also serves as a mud run for Eliots cars. He had such a great time helping his daddy with it. He would get his little trowel out and dig away.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Wednesday, June 08, 2011
Like a new man
This evening on the bus there was a scarcity of insane behavior to interrupt the tree catalog reading. I got well past the Pink Lady Apple tree before a Drunk Lady hurtled past me on her way through the windshield to ask the driver, "When argh youll goinggg to anrgutstarhh?" The windshield was made with this kind of thing in mind so she was merely shaken not stirred by the incident.
My days have flown by in this manner. Wake, try to cover Eliot's ears but not interfere with the newly released violent criminal riders of the bus, come home and try to not be a victim of a projectile drunk persons. It is like a frat party on wheels where all the pledges are seasoned drinking professionals. My only regret is that I am not able to join them in their adventures, perhaps in the next life. In this life it is clear I am to be a farmer(for those of you who thought I was going to be a nurse this may come as a surprise but hey life and select boxes of cereal are filled with those right?).
In process are three to three thousand projects around the house. I have become adept at putting them off for various excellent reasons. Therefor one can find in my yard the following things,
1)A regulation depth ditch around a chicken coop size area and the materials for building a chicken coop inside of a garage
2)The beginnings of a seriously deforested future berry patch which once the wood has, over the years decomposed, will be perfect for blueberries and raspberries.
3)A hole the size of a root-ball for a dwarf tree which has been excavated then meticulously filled back in for future re-excavation.
My heart was lightened even more than usual by fireflies that did not turn out to be motorists cigarette butts being flicked at me this evening. They buzzed around the yard. I have always found it hard not to tape a flashlight to my bum when I see this. It is what being brought up in Augusta will do to a boy.
Many of you will have noticed by now that my email got hacked. Apparently the fix was in because my computer was also the victim of the geekiest sort of crime. All action movies from now on have been ruined for me. They all are hackers the bad-asses of the big screen. You just never feel the same as you sit down to a movie starring fast typers after falling prey to their evil shenanigans. I have seen the matrix people and it looks really boring, is pre-diabetic, lives at its mom's house, and has to do carpal tunnel exercises.
Despite all my whining I am doing great. This blogging thing makes me feel important, almost as important as when more than 2 people validate my words with a like on facebook. So have a nice evening and join me in protesting the depiction of an action hero as a person who types fast.
My days have flown by in this manner. Wake, try to cover Eliot's ears but not interfere with the newly released violent criminal riders of the bus, come home and try to not be a victim of a projectile drunk persons. It is like a frat party on wheels where all the pledges are seasoned drinking professionals. My only regret is that I am not able to join them in their adventures, perhaps in the next life. In this life it is clear I am to be a farmer(for those of you who thought I was going to be a nurse this may come as a surprise but hey life and select boxes of cereal are filled with those right?).
In process are three to three thousand projects around the house. I have become adept at putting them off for various excellent reasons. Therefor one can find in my yard the following things,
1)A regulation depth ditch around a chicken coop size area and the materials for building a chicken coop inside of a garage
2)The beginnings of a seriously deforested future berry patch which once the wood has, over the years decomposed, will be perfect for blueberries and raspberries.
3)A hole the size of a root-ball for a dwarf tree which has been excavated then meticulously filled back in for future re-excavation.
My heart was lightened even more than usual by fireflies that did not turn out to be motorists cigarette butts being flicked at me this evening. They buzzed around the yard. I have always found it hard not to tape a flashlight to my bum when I see this. It is what being brought up in Augusta will do to a boy.
Many of you will have noticed by now that my email got hacked. Apparently the fix was in because my computer was also the victim of the geekiest sort of crime. All action movies from now on have been ruined for me. They all are hackers the bad-asses of the big screen. You just never feel the same as you sit down to a movie starring fast typers after falling prey to their evil shenanigans. I have seen the matrix people and it looks really boring, is pre-diabetic, lives at its mom's house, and has to do carpal tunnel exercises.
Despite all my whining I am doing great. This blogging thing makes me feel important, almost as important as when more than 2 people validate my words with a like on facebook. So have a nice evening and join me in protesting the depiction of an action hero as a person who types fast.
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