Inside The Perimeter

My driver’s license arrived in the mail yesterday, such a weight off my mind. So, unless I do something stupid, die, or move to another state, I can legally drive until 2033.

Wordle: five, my starter was STRIP

I haven’t watch the TdF in about a week, and have no plans to watch any of the remaining stages.

Happy #60 ITP-Reader David, née Lurker.

Wordle: three, my starter was GRAPE (I wanted to use GUIDE, or GRIPE, but both of those are off the board… as is BOARD)

Where do I go from here? Home.

Wordle: three, my starter was LATER (you’re welcome)

Happy Goddamn Sixtieth birthday to me!

As you read this I am out torturing myself. Were this any other day I’d be skipping the ride based on the unfavorable health conditions I’m facing.

You may not read much from me today, or the rest of the week, since I’m going to shut down a wee little bit. I need to make some life choices/changes and am going to concentrate on them 99% of the time. I will comment after my bike ride today so that you all don’t think that I crashed or keeled over, which will be the case if you don’t see anything posted by 13:00.

Wordle: three, my starter was SIXTY. No chance in hell it would be today’s word, but I had to play it.

My Saturday farmer cosplay on Saturday was fun. Four hours of manual labor, the last three of which in sunshine. At the farm I helped plant a fig tree and did a ton of weeding. I followed my volunteering with lunch and beers at Ideal Sports Bar. I’d eaten a late and large breakfast, but that didn’t stop me from murdering a turkey club and fries, and, a free piece of strawberry shortcake supplied by one of the bar regulars.

I had three options for Saturday night:
– Night Two of Barb’s birthday weekend
– The Atlanta United game
– Staying home alone and crashing

I chose the third since I was so tired.

Back to working in Wee Little Farm I found that critters have discovered the deliciousness of ripe figs. Rats! Yesterday I also ran the lawnmower over the front lawn. It wasn’t until yesterday afternoon as I went to take a shower that I had a realization. My lower back was bothering me, and I wondered if I had an allergic reaction to something I was around yesterday. Then I looked at the shape of the affected skin, and came to the conclusion that my shirt must have constantly ridden up my back as I bent over to weed and the allergy was actually sunburn! D’Oh!

It took me five guesses for yesterday’s Wordle solution, BLANK, because I swore that BLANK had already been used! I really thought that I’d made a joke to Barb that both of her last names have been Wordle solutions.

Wordle: six, my starter was MOTEL

The reason I went to Bremen, Germany in 2014 is because it was supposed to rain in Cologne on my birthday. It did not rain in Bremen, so I was happy (as happy as I get, anyway). This year I planned to go to Asheville, North Carolina for my birthday, but currently the weather forecast is calling for thunderstorms for at least the next five days. I desire sunshine on my birthday, especially this being number sixty and I’m contemplating riding sixty miles on my sixtieth birthday. As of this writing there is no Plan B. Atlanta is one of the only places not predicted to get rain early next week. Due to circumstances I was in Atlanta for birthdays #30 and #50, neither of which were days to relish, so I don’t want to be here for birthday #60.

Once again the rain evaded falling on Wee Little Farm. Sprinklers ran for an hour this morning…

Wordle: five, my starter was SPANK

I went to The EARL last night to see the band Deep Sea Diver perform to a sell out crowd. It was a good decision as I had a really good time, even though I was flying solo.

My Amazon shorts are to be worn this Saturday when I volunteer for the first time with Concrete Jungle. While I have no idea what work I will be doing, I know it will be done at Doghead Farm here in Atlanta from 10:00-13:00, so it will be hot. I’m looking forward to seeing how an intown farm looks/works.

Happy 60th birthday to ITP-Reader Barb! Assuming I make it to next Tuesday, I’ll catch you again then.

Though there have been many failures in Wee Little Farm this year, there have been some triumphs as well. Yesterday I ate the first fig ever to reach ripeness in WLF! To be fair, there was a fig tree in the backyard when I bought the ITP Estate, but I was never able to beat the birds/squirrels/rats/whatever to them before reaching ripeness. The fig tree from which I ate the fig, two actually, has been grown from a cutting I took from a tree in East Atlanta about three years ago. Woot!

Wordle: three, my starter was SLIDE

I know Atlanta was built by the railroads, hence its former name of “Terminus”. However, have you ever wondered why the city didn’t also build along the Chattahoochee River? Rivers are always considered to be a limited, yet highly desired resource. Imagine what this area would be like if we had a riverwalk along which one could run, ride, eat, shop, etc.

The rain went all around East Atlanta, giving no respite to Wee Little Farm, and leaving nothing but hot, humid weather behind. Because I saw a lot of rain on the radar I didn’t ride last night, opting to make dinner at home instead.

Wordle: six, my starter was ASTER. It’s been a tough Wordle week for me. The only good thing about having a shitty Wordle day is that I am not disappointed when everyone does better than I did.

It’s pretty rare to have two separate events fall into place nicely. The other day I bought a concert ticket to see the band Chatham County Line in Brevard, NC on August 29, and a ticket for the SC Paw Paw Festival in Taylors, SC on August 30. That weekend is now sorted! In fact, all but one of my August weekends are booked. Now to figure out where I will be next Tuesday for my sixtieth birthday…

The pickle worms have won the cucumber war, unfortunately. No jars of pickles for me this year. 🙁 I will have to figure out a new strategy next year.

Wordle: FAIL, my starter was ALIAS

While being lazy on Friday, July 11, I realized that on July 11, 2022 I drove my bike up to Blue Ridge and rode a tough 35-mile ride up there. I wish that I currently weighed what I weighed in 2022.

On Saturday I drove to Fayetteville to try a new-to-me brewery, Awkward Brewing. While sitting there talking about beer, I learned that Southern Brewing in Athens closed last year. Here is my updated list of Georgia brewery closures in the past three or so years:
Orpheus
Second Self
Burnt Hickory
Anderby
IronShield
Hippin’ Hops (East Lake)
Kettle Rock
Sabbath
Biggerstaff
Schoolhouse Gymnasium (Emory)
Elsewhere
Eventide
Steady Hand
Best End
Torched Hop
Red Hare
BlueTarp
High Card
Jekyll
Monkey Wrench
Hixtown
Southern

Sunday was a wash since I enjoyed Awkard Brewing a little too much, and I felt like ass most of the day. I did make a pasta dinner in which I used some WLF vegetables, as well as a jar of tomato sauce that I made a few months ago.

Wordle: four, my starter was DIRTY