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I'm so deep into Radio Nigel, in particular on Friday. Block Party Fridays, to be precise. Right now, OMD block. Awesome. Who plays OMD? And Dead Milkmen coming up? Nobody plays Dead Milkmen at 80s nights. At least none I've been to. Mind you, that's no where near the vicinity of recently. More like...a long time.
Friday, and such a wonderful one at that. I could go for more blue sky, but we've had plenty of that this week. Today is a breezy one, billowy clouds shuffling along, tinged gray in the shadows of the sunlight. Ah, yes. Plus, no boss today. I'm the boss today. Awesome, no? So, as officer of the watch, I declare today work in the garden day. I have five maters to plant, however, one or two of them surely resembles a spotted leaf malady. Worrisome, that is. I may container those two away from the rest of my tomato crop. Last thing I need is two little rabblerousers destroying my entire crop with a leaf disease. And did I mention I already have six tomatoes on one plant, two on another. Mmmm. Tomatoes. At least nine plants worth, not counting the five strangers on my glass porch.
Also, in the yard work, I have a new toy. A reel mower from the 20s. Yeah. 1920s. Radical. It's a mashing monster of wood and steel. What? No, rubber, you say? Yes, none. The wheels are made of steel. Had to juice it up with some grease and the magical WD40, but, mama, does it ever cut. Perfect, even cuts. One thing is the tall grass or whatnot. Gotta hit that in multiple passes, but, hey, what's a great thing without labor.
Mm hmm. Well. That's all I got. Back to Nigel and grasscutting.
Friday, and such a wonderful one at that. I could go for more blue sky, but we've had plenty of that this week. Today is a breezy one, billowy clouds shuffling along, tinged gray in the shadows of the sunlight. Ah, yes. Plus, no boss today. I'm the boss today. Awesome, no? So, as officer of the watch, I declare today work in the garden day. I have five maters to plant, however, one or two of them surely resembles a spotted leaf malady. Worrisome, that is. I may container those two away from the rest of my tomato crop. Last thing I need is two little rabblerousers destroying my entire crop with a leaf disease. And did I mention I already have six tomatoes on one plant, two on another. Mmmm. Tomatoes. At least nine plants worth, not counting the five strangers on my glass porch.
Also, in the yard work, I have a new toy. A reel mower from the 20s. Yeah. 1920s. Radical. It's a mashing monster of wood and steel. What? No, rubber, you say? Yes, none. The wheels are made of steel. Had to juice it up with some grease and the magical WD40, but, mama, does it ever cut. Perfect, even cuts. One thing is the tall grass or whatnot. Gotta hit that in multiple passes, but, hey, what's a great thing without labor.
Mm hmm. Well. That's all I got. Back to Nigel and grasscutting.
