Though optimism isn’t really one of my core characteristics, I am hoping that the rain predicted for western North Carolina this weekend doesn’t come. Whatever happens, I’ll try to make the best of the situation.
Holy shit, it’s already the last day of July!
Wordle: three, my starter was FRAUD
The heat finally figured out how to kill two of my pepper plants, even with my regular irrigation. And, unfortunately all of last night’s rain bypassed WLF.
I went to Brick Store Pub last night because Diatribe Brewing, a brewery I visited in Asheville, did a tap takeover there.
Wordle: four, my starter was AFOUL
Yesterday I brought my golf clubs to Sanitary Not so that she can hand them over to my fake nephew to whom I promised them when I was in Raleigh.
Wordle: five, an angry five, my starter was MARSH
Since the TdF is now over, and it will be another year before I whine about not getting the commercial free feed on Peacock, that pretty much leaves Premier League soccer as my only reason not to cancel Peacock. Sure, there are other shows I watch, but I could probably live without them, or find other ways to watch them.
Wordle: six, my starter was SOUPY
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
