Inside The Perimeter

Even though the wrong team won in the Germany-Mexico match yesterday, I still had a wonderful Sunday. Oh, I also did yard work this weekend? Who am I? What’s funny is how much my arms and shoulders hurt from using a weed whacker for thirty minutes.

Crowning achievements of yesterday:

– walking to get my electric toothbrush from the Amazon store (getting really sweaty in the process)
– eating leftovers for dinner and avoiding eating the meaty ones
– watching a documentary about a Bob Ross on YouTube

Total number of fucks given this week: 0
Total number of fucks received this week: 0

Don’t ever say that I am inflexible… “The Plan” was to mow lawns this morning like I have the past few Thursdays. That plan fell apart when rain occurred last night. I am at the Waschsalon instead, lawn mowing will occur tomorrow morning.

Still on the mend from yesterday’s dental work; no pain, I am just a slow healer. Also, I may have a slight allergic reaction to Advil now? I surely hope not.

I am joining the electric toothbrush cult. I placed an order with Amazon yesterday, it’s due to arrive tomorrow.

It couldn’t happen again, two days in a row?

It can.
It did.

At the incorrectly-kicked check immediately after the beer stop the pack ran away, and “Glory Mole” and I got separated from everyone else. After looking for, but never finding, a mark as night fell we gave up. We ran back to the start and waited (with no way to contact the pack) for someone to return.

I have apparently lost my hashing skills.
At least I handled this mishap a lot better than Sunday’s.

Tuesday Tale of the Tape: 205.2 pounds (-0.2 from last week’s weigh-in)

Hmmm, someone didn’t finish Black Sheep yesterday thanks to a seemingly impossible to solve check, which had even been kicked by the fast hashers. After perhaps an hour of searching for the next mark, with rain occurring during that time, someone and his three companions had to call to find the end. These four people then walked at least a half-mile to get there. At circle most of the people said how great trail was, how they loved the swamp and railroad tracks, and avoided the tunnel under I-675 – none of which was seen by this someone. And with no beers to blame someone may have lashed out at the two hares while they sat on the ice. You pays your money, you takes your chances…

Made two Instant Pot dishes last night; you win some, you lose some.

Win: Curried Carrot Red Lentil Soup. Though soup is rarely a go to meal for me when it is this hot, I wanted to use up some of the lentils that reside in my cupboard.

Loss: Crispy Polenta Bites. The recipe called for Cajun seasoning and I used a creole seasoning mix that must have been 99% salt because saltiness was the only “flavor” I could taste. After eating three spoonfuls the rest went into the trash.

Technically the lawn didn’t need to be mowed today, but I needed the exercise and it does look slightly better.

Made a run at running yesterday afternoon. I started strong, but petered out midway.

Today’s motto is “Just because it’s a meat day, doesn’t mean that it has to be an over-eat day.”

Windshield looks okay, but I am not overly-impressed with the repair. I guess as long as it stops the crack from growing it’ll be alright.

Fun in-town (running) hash last night, with enough variety to keep it interesting.

Had a dream last night that I won the Hamilton ticket lottery today.

Tuesday Tale of the Tape: 205.4 pounds (-1.2 from last week’s weigh-in), pleasantly surprised.