I’ve been off from work this week. I was hoping for warm, sunny days, but that hasn’t really worked out. The early part of March is acting like the early part of March, but I’ve still be able to get plenty of check marks on my list.
On Monday I met a friend of mine for lunch. We haven’t seen each other in awhile. She’s one of those friends that you can pick right back up with as if you stepped into another room for a minute or two and not that you’ve been lamely not getting together for a year.
Yesterday the better-half rented an aerator and I dragged that around the yard for awhile until I wrapped the thing around the axle and had to off-load it in the middle of the back yard with just one or two more passes left. There’s nothing quite like taking all the weight off the aerator, then picking up the machine enough to make it easier to take the hitch off the mower and then pushing the mower up a hill to disentangle the whole thing. I’m old and fat. I should not be moving hundreds of pounds around like when I was young and bony. The cloud of blue that came out of my mouth was better than adrenaline and so everything got cleared up, but the last stretch didn’t get plugged because I was done with that crap.
I moved onto lime and fertilizer depositing for the rest of the day. Let me tell you 40 lb bags get really heavy after awhile. The bright spot was that I had to stop periodically to check on the smoker. In all of the things we’ve ever smoked, we’ve never smoked a Boston butt. I picked one up on Tuesday and we had tasty, tasty BBQ last night. We’ll be having more tonight. I believe I’ve told you about my love of BBQ. So even though I could hardly move last night, I was able to shove porky goodness into my maw.
In other good news, the MIL’s house is going on the market on Monday. We have some final things to clear out of the house and someone is going to clean it on Saturday. Two things about this. I can’t believe we still have stuff to haul out of there and thank goodness someone else is cleaning. This has been a lesson in “throw that shit away instead of piling it up for 30+ years”. I have been paying attention and will not leave a metric ton of crap behind–unless a piece of the space station crashes into me and I can’t help the dying. But since I’m planning on going out whilst sipping a vodka tonic at the kitchen table there should be no problem with cleaning out a closet or two. Or maybe it will be a pint of hoppy goodness. Either way, there won’t be truckloads of crap for someone else to go through.