Good morning friends.
My what an interesting weekend I had…
On Friday, after the bad news about my knee needing surgery, I joined Bonnie and our friend Wendy for some drinks. We met at Wendy’s house in Summerhill and planned to walk to Eventide Brewing. Yes, per the doctor I am allowed to walk. Activities that are straight-line motion are okay because they don’t torque the knee and thus neither further tear the meniscus nor have me grimacing in pain. Along our walk a guy called out to us from his front porch, and lo and behold it was one of my coworkers. I knew that he had moved from Grant Park, but to where I did not know, and you know, this whole Coronavirus thing has eliminated the hallway chitchat moments; though about that I am certainly not complaining. Our evening sitting outside and consuming beers was lovely.
Saturday morning found me doing a short walk around East Atlanta with Betsy and her dog Bella. While waiting on them to arrive I found a rarity, a Creative Loafing paper box, which had a current issue inside of it; I had no idea that Creative Loafing still existed! I pulled out the last remaining paper, who knows how many were stocked initially, and was flabbergasted and saddened by the scant sixteen pages. In the 1990s Creative Loafing was probably four times as thick and was what guided my existence when I first moved to Atlanta.
Saturday afternoon Bonnie and I drove down to Macon (!) to do some beer drinking (!!’). The weather was sublime and we had three Hop Passport stops to hit. Frustratingly all parking in downtown Macon is metered, so there was an added expense, and because Macon is a hour-plus drive we thought it best not to have six beers while visiting. ðŸ˜‰ The beers were fine, the day was fun, and we returned to the ITP Estate for a fire and frozen pizza. Weeeeeeeell, there would have been pizza had I not dropped every single slice while trying to carry it to the patio. ðŸ¤¦ðŸ»â€â™‚ï¸ To say I was not pleased with myself is an understatement, to say that Wee Little Hulk emerged is more accurate.
Because mountain biking is a current no-no for me, I skipped Wheelhopper and spent a good three hours in the backyard pulling English ivy, four bags’ worth, instead; still plenty more to pull, I need goats. Upon allowing myself a couple minutes rest I heard a large truck coming down my street. I could see the truck was a Walmart tractor trailer, which surprised me. I subsequently watched it drive passed my house and rip down a cable while doing so. In anger I “rushed” to the street yelling for the truck to stop, but it did not. I quickly assessed that the cable was not attached to my house, which was better for me than for my neighbor. My yelling caught the attention of another neighbor who was driving out of his driveway and took the action to follow the truck and get pertinent information about it while I informed my neighbor of their bad luck. By the time the fiasco had ended my lust for yard work had been drained, though I did manage to plant about six garlic bulbs in hopes that I will be able to have homegrown garlic next year.
The rest of my day was rather mundane, filled with puttering around the house, television watching, dinner making, and falling asleep at an absurdly early hour.
How are things with you? Hope your weekend was a happy and healthy one.