IT’S FRIDAY!!!!! Hope you’ve all had a good week.
Last night was the first German class of this quarter. All was going well until we started getting into vocabulary and grammar expected for which I am currently enrolled, at which point the wheels came off my cart and I was lost. Again, I may need to reevaluate my German learning at the end of this quarter to see if the money I am committing to Goethe should be spent elsewhere; I have nine weeks to figure that out.
Other than German class yesterday was boring. I never left the house other than to get my mail. I also made a batch of hard-boiled eggs of which I promptly destroyed two of transferring them from the Instant Pot to the ice water bath. ðŸ¤¦ðŸ»â€â™‚ï¸
It’s 6:45am and I’ve already been “at work” for fifteen minutes. Of course I was awake early, 5:15am, after a fitful night of sleep (or lack thereof) and have already reheated and eaten breakfast, and washed a sinkful of dishes. My goal is to quit work early, getting my eight hours in straight through, and then go work the yard for a few hours this afternoon. With an immense amount of luck today I will be able to plants some garlic bulbs, mark out my square plot, and then lay a cornerstone and perhaps one of my raised garden beds. Back in June of last year I should have started recording the backyard transformation as a YouTube channel. ðŸ˜‚
Tonight is the annual Southern Comfort Christmas Tree Burn hash. This event is usually one of my favorite outings of the year, but of course this year is different. Because of COVID there will be no food served this year (dammit, I was going to eat meat tonight as well!), and because of my meniscus rehabbing I am still not comfortable running a hash, especially at night. Depending on the news I hear later, and my engagement in the back yard, I will probably go to the end and hangout drinking a beer or two while watching the trees go ablaze.
Tomorrow is a crapshoot. The only item on my agenda currently is a walk with Betsy in the morning. More yard work? Perhaps, perhaps.
I’m going to buff by the end of this garden plot construction! ðŸ’ªðŸ¼
Sunday is a Black Sheep Day! Of course if I go I can still only bimbo and do a little walking. Someday I want to return to being a real hasher. ðŸ˜¢
Have a fun and healthy weekend all.
Well thatâ€™s â€œinteresting â€œ, the garden beds sold as being 36â€x72â€ are actually 38â€x74â€ as measured by my tape measure. ðŸ¤” That changes my measurements and layout… ðŸ˜ž
Okay, literally back to the drawing board because it appears to me that all of my garden beds, that I ordered from the same manufacturer on three different occasions, are of differing sizes? I am sooooo fucking confused!
I will have to undo over an hourâ€™s worth of bed construction and start over. ðŸ˜ My layout requires four identically-sized raised beds…
Paulie, do the beds really need to be laid out that precisely? I know you are a perfectionist but this seems like way too much work. ðŸ¤·ðŸ¼â€â™€ï¸ You don’t have to answer here, I’m sure there are things about the process that I don’t understand. Maybe we can talk through it more later…
For me? Yes. The pattern I am laying out, think “Chase Bank logo”, (hopefully once) is intricate and needs to be precise.
Paulie’s standards are so incredibly high that only he can appreciate them. 😉
I say this as a recovering perfectionist myself guilty of my own dog whistle standards that only I could see.
Tomorrow is Ouch’s 1,000th Atlanta Hash!
I know that treated lumber is sometimes not quite exact in their measures, but I find it odd that a manufactured product is that far off.
I hung the new gate on the new posts and was annoyed. Instead of being too close to use the latch kit, I was a bit too far and had to shim to get it to reach! Grrrr…
I’ll be in the orifice tomorrow for a couple of weekend only items. Other things keep getting heaped on, so it might be a full day.
Debbie is taking Ceili over to ride with her new brother Mickey and I’m about to set up the new trailer monitor in the truck so she can watch her.
I am finding it odd too, which is one of the reasons I want to start again now that I have all of the pieces on hand. There have been a couple of change of plans with my layout which have caused me to piecemeal this project. Obviously one of the biggest curveballs was the discovery and subsequent decision to unearth the brick path. Hopefully soon I will be pleased with all of my decisions and can move on to other projects, of which there are maaaaaaaaaany.
My upturned soil is a bevy of robin activity this morning. Sorry worms!
It would be a lot easier to be a perfectionist if I read manuals properly. Because the long sides overlap, two of the side components are shorter and need to be used as the end pieces… ðŸ¤¦ðŸ»â€â™‚ï¸
Iâ€™m a childless male who canâ€™t even drive a stick shift, how can I be expected to construct things? Hey, at least Iâ€™m not building infrastructure! ðŸ™„ðŸ˜‚
You can’t drive stick? Oh dear.
Nope, by the time I turned sixteen my dad owned nothing but automatics.
Man, you really sound like a Millennial there LOL!!
Countryâ€™s Oldest Millennial! ðŸ˜‚
Just reading all this now. Paulie, you crack me up.
Hope you get it built.
We are finally on the road, I have a feeling it may be too wet & freeze thaw rules will be in effect, so we may not get to mtn bike.
I am what I am… ðŸ˜‚
Sorry if you canâ€™t ride the trails, Barb. Enjoy your weekend regardless.
By the way, I discovered a new Instagram account yesterday that is evocative of the “Home Was Where the Hearth Is” series: https://www.instagram.com/atlanta_staircases_to_nowhere/
Cool. For years I have considered taking photos of stairwells to nowhere. Guess I donâ€™t have to do it now.