Moonure
On the list: several bags of Moonure. After picking up all these bags and loading them in the car, I had to fight the urge to text Liz that I was “finally done with all this shit.”
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Backyard Cleanup
After our adventure with the sod cutter last week, we still had a lot of clean-up to deal with in the back yard.
Cage
“The living room across the roadway
Cuts its square of light
And in it fight
Two figures, hot, irate,
Stuck between sink and sofa in that golden cage.”
rymdkapsel
Unlike most mobile games, where you can start/stop at your leisure… each game of rymdkapsel actually lasts a decently long time. On average, I’d say a single games goes for about 45+ minutes.
Goodbye, Shyamal
I’m super bummed to see Shyamal leave, as he’s one of those rare devs that kicks out a tremendous amount of code, and it’s all high quality stuff. He’s also got a savvy ability to see things at the 10,000 foot level, and has a good sense for not just project deliverables but the whole project overall.
Sod, Here and Gone
While I was busy returning the sod cutter, Liz was doing all the real work (and heavy lifting). She rolled up and relocated all the sod we cut up.
After the Sod Cutter
Liz, showing off her Covid hair.
The Weed Killer at the Plant Store
I know it makes sense. But it felt funny to me, to see this vast (and beautiful) store selling all these amazing plants… and they’ve hired a guy to specifically kill a bunch of plants, mere feet away.
Renting a Sod Cutter
This thing… was actually quite stressful for me to procure. It must be my planning and default stress, but the whole process was a bit daunting. The thing is around 300 pounds, and I was worried about transporting it to/from Home Depot.
Unawares, Again
In my defense, I was super tired…
Forgotten Man
Noticed this small figure, sitting on some blocks near the driveway. I was a bit surprised at first, as it almost looked to me like a voodoo doll of some kind.
The Incubation Call of the Superb Fairywren
“When they lay their eggs, they wait nine days, and then park themselves by the eggs and start singing. They will sing and sing the same tune every four minutes, over and over for a week, and the chicks inside those eggs not only hear the tune, they commit it to memory.”
Bent to the Ground
“They had hit Ruben
with the high beams, had blinded
him so that the van
he was driving, full of Mexicans
going to pick tomatoes,
would have to stop.”
That’s Not Anger You’re Feeling
We also talked a bit about how, for someone like that, the universe would catch up with him. That we felt (hoped?) he would ultimately receive some fitting repercussions tomorrow for his actions today.
Whitehall Lakehouse, Day 3
Very slow day overall. Took a nap in the late afternoon, and that pretty much summed up the pace for the day.