|If I win the lotto...|
Started out by going down to the main Lifepointe Church site and slinging (OK, pitchforking) a bunch of heavy wet mulch around to start the effort of covering the whole allotted acre of the new Community Garden with organic material. I know, right? Me and pitchforks - the jokes write themselves!
Anyhowdle, the work needed to be done and because I think this is a fantastic idea and a very positive thing to do, I volunteered to be part of the garden team. Hey, I can sling some mulch. For 90 minutes. Then I quit. I can't slave my whole LIFE for other people, for goodness sake. Whatever effort I put into it, I know the Good Lord Above knows my heart was in it for at least 3 hours. Plus which, I wasn't the first one to quit, so HA.
The pitchforking had failed to work up a sweat, so I did the next best thing and convinced Mason to come with me to wash the stank-ass living room rug at the local car washateria. I bought him lunch at Smithfield's first - ooo, remind me that I need to write a sternly-worded letter about the counter 'help' and how it really wasn't (eg - my half-and-half tea wasn't and the Sprite Mason ordered [loud and clear] didn't make it to the first order so like a dunce I went ahead and PAID for it when really it should have been comped. C'mon, soda's cheap!) - so there was a nice carrot for him to chew on. Literally.
The carwash blaster hose was working great on the 'add bubbles!' setting but not so great on 'now, RINSE!' so we had to haul the soapy wet rug home (all 150 pounds of it, at this point) and hang it over the deck rail to rinse it, and EW. EW EW EW. Such filth and yuck was embedded in that thing. Gaggitty. This thing was in our HOUSE two days ago, until some cat peed on it (that's what it smelled like, anyhow) and the whole house stunk and we chucked it outside until the sun decided to come out (today) so we could wash it then let it dry outdoors after washing. But wow - the rinse water was opaque to start, and a shade of brown that Mason described as 'burnt ochre' which I think is about right. Gross, no? Yes. But it's over now, and once the sun bakes it tomorrow it should be a-OK to put back in the house. Fingers crossed!
So, yeah, the Man and I then decided to go visit the airplane and look for some missing documents (any excuse!), which was great because it's been a sunny day and I need my vitamin D plus which there were skydivers galore and a glider/tow plane were doing lots of ups and downs and various were aircraft zipping about (WARBIRD SIGHTING!). It was a good time, even IF we didn't find what we were looking for, because Gerritt was able to make some fixes to the plane in glorious weather and I was amused by all the shiny things (SUN!) at a place I really like (an airport? Yup - that one's a pretty good place to hang out on a good day to fly).
Then, once home, I took a long hot shower. 'Twas marvelous, but I'm pretty sure we need to look into getting a tankless water heater, because I could have used another 20 minutes just hanging out in scalding water. That, or we need a hot tub. Either / or. But at least one.
And look - it's only just 6 p.m. So much more can happen, but you won't read about it here, in this post. Because I'm just about done, and the future can't tell itself.
Tiff happily out.