On Saturday morning I did my self-appointed civic duty of picking up trash from the ITP-Estate to East Atlanta Village. While there was less trash than normal, it always astonishes me how shitty humans are.
Later on our walk Betsy stopped Molly, a woman that was once part of the Flickr/Twitter crowd back in the day, and introduced us to her. I see Molly out running almost every Saturday, and have seen her thrice on my bike rides to Trees Atlanta on Thursdays. Betsy asked Molly if she knew who I was, to which she politely said “yes”, but I have my doubts. Molly was someone in whom I had much interest, but she was probably too young and pretty to date me, and wound up marrying someone else from our collective.
I have been spending a lot of sweaty hours over three days in WLF digging out a specific, but unknown to me, pernicious and prolific weed from the farm’s borders. A lot of the plants were starting to go to seed, so I needed to do this ASAP. Have I removed all of them yet? Nope. Did I pull them all out with their roots? Nope. Will the return next year? Yep, though I hope not as densely.
I’ve given up watching Atlanta United this season. I predict Tata Martinez will step down as manger/head coach at season’s end.
Last night I made a new version of jambalaya from Emeril Lagasse’s book “Louisiana Real & Rustic”. This jambalaya used shrimp and ham instead of andouille sausage and chicken, and included a can of tomatoes. The fact that I had shrimp and ham which I needed to cook, made it an easy recipe to choose. Would I make it again? Absolutely, but I rarely have shrimp on hand.
Wordle: three, my starter was SLIDE