The Lives of the Dreamer Fithp

After spending so much time on the floor for my back, I made a decision: it was time to get a gardener. Simple, right? However, finding someone to do any sort of work here is an exercise in frustration. It took time and a couple of false starts, but someone else is weed-whacking the road this year. I'm still doing a lot of the weeding and pruning, which is much easier work on cranky back.

Tomorrow is my last day of weeding for a week. We're running the bar at the local volunteer fire department's barbeque this weekend, which translates to moving both commercial and homebrew kegs around. While the WBH is puzzling together his various lines to the kegs and CO2 bottles, I get to move umpteen boxes of beer glasses and wine cups from the container to where we serve. After set-up, it'll be beer, beer, cider, and more beer for five hours. I'd much rather pour beer than deal with people. Our locals are nice, but I can only handle so much dithering and enforced chitchat.

Media consumption: the newest Longmire (gets a strong B grade) and Squid Games (gets a C-, mostly for the final episode).