Can you feel the excitement today? Why? Because it’s the seventeenth anniversary of this blog! Think back to what you were doing in 2004. I was still getting over the pain of having someone break up with me, and dealing with the aftermath of being carjacked in my own driveway. Good times?
Seventeen years. This blog is old enough to drive, but not yet old enough to vote or drink (legally).
Unfortunately the annual parade and rock festival have once again been canceled because of COVID restrictions, and a lack of funds due to unemployment.
But enough about this blog, let’s type more about me!
Yesterday I tried to be good. I really did, but the weather kept thwarting me. My biggest goal yesterday was to cut back some limbs that were growing toward the house, as well as some that cast unwanted shade onto WTF. I know my limits so it wasn’t as if I was trying to take down big limbs, but it turned out that many were higher up than they appear from the ground so I couldn’t reach them. After getting my new(ish) My First Electric Pole Saw pinched in a limb, forcing me to get the ladder out to extract it, I gave up on working above my head and moved to tasks that could be carried out on the ground. And then it started to rain, lightly, but heavily enough for me to bring in my electric tools.
I had a grand plan for dinner last night, to make a meatloaf using Impossible ground beef, that was stymied by the fact that the ground beef was nowhere near thawed when I started assembling ingredients for the loaf. This may sound weird to you, but I am going to make the meatloaf later this morning so that I can eat some for lunch and then have leftover meatloaf sandwiches for awhile. Instead, I fried up some vegetables with veggie chicken nuggets and ate that for dinner along with a beer and then a non-alcoholic beer.
It was still light out when I started my walkabout to close the almighty exercise rings on my watch. I wandered toward East Atlanta Village and was miffed to realize that I once again had forgotten about the farmers market, and had no mask nor payment method with me to buy anything. Admittedly the EAV market is small and in need of more vegetable purveyors, so I did a quick sweep as there wasn’t enough time to return home to get mask and wallet before the market’s closure.
If all goes to plan I will be doing a final reccy with Bonnie sometime today. I am ready to put this Black Sheep in the rear view mirror as I am starting to obsess over the trail. Unless something out of the ordinary occurs the trail will be fine, we will get snared a bunch, and currently the weather looks promising. Bonnie has written a good hare song for us to sing while sitting on the ice; I will post the lyrics on Monday. I doubt that I will get into anything tonight other than beer drinking and television viewing.
Tomorrow’s weather is looking fantastic for the Oakhurst Porchfest. Sadly I will be going to this year’s edition solo as my partner in crime has another obligation. After walking with Betsy and Bella tomorrow morning I will pack a few beers and ride a bike to Oakhurst to listen to bands for a few hours before returning home to eat a meatloaf sandwich for dinner.
If you don’t have plans and music is not your thing, you can drive to my buddy’s brewery, Ironshield, in Lawrenceville for some beer, a car show, and a photography opportunity with models. If you time it correctly you will also have the opportunity to meet up with world famous ITP-Reader Ham With Cam!
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday will be my (potentially last) Black Sheep haring. Unlike two years ago this hash will be laid by yours truly and Glory Mole (aka Bonnie) without help of another hasher to buy us ample time to run away. We are fortunate that many of the normal Black Sheep hashers have made a poor choice by signing up to run a half marathon/ marathon at Red Top Mountain that day and therefore will miss the opportunity to snare us routinely.
Hope you are well, and can make the most of this weekend.