So much so that the weeds really were taking over.
After work, Liz and I had a small house night. While I was working upstairs clearing out the bathroom closet, she was downstairs doing demo in the dining room.
To my surprise, I found her sitting on the front steps. And from there, we immediately turned around and got back into the car. We drove a ways towards the lake, parking next to Promontory point. And began looking for a spot to have our Sunday breakfast.
Tonight, I opted to just tell a story. I had some photos and slides made up, but it just ended up being all of two photos. And while they might have helped, they felt more like a distraction. So I just went all in on the words themselves.
The interesting thing to note is that ground cherries tend to fall to the ground when they’re ripe. Hence, the name.
A few months back, Liz and I had heard of a place called Barton G’s. It sounded fun, in terms of how the food and presentation was described (think: very over the top)… and so Liz ended up making reservations for us to try it out.
So of course, I had to put mine on. Gotta show the coach I’m willing to put in that extra effort.
Liz and I had errands and laundry plans for the night. But as I was leaving work, she called to let me know that there were some issues with the Metra Electric line.
It’s a last little area that needs some drywall. And ultimately won’t be seen all that much, since the furnace will be right in front of it.
Whirlwind weekend. We got back home around 8PM or so, which was nice – but were utterly, utterly wiped out.
I got to explain to her what this was, and why we were all freaking out about seeing it. And the woman was pretty interested in hearing about the history of the jug, and what it actually was.
On our way to the next location. This made for a very fun and stressful trek, as we were heading towards the trouble.
After buying the item, she arranged for us to pick it up (a few months later) from the seller in Kansas City. And so we took Thursday/Friday off of work, rented an SUV, and hopped in the car.
We got a really late start today, but Liz and I got into the basement around 1PM to do some house work. Bob took out the furnace for us, exposing this back wall that’s one of the last spots where we need to touch up with concrete and Drylock paint.
The trolls were “hidden” in various spots across the grounds. It would be a big walk to see all of them, so we settled on just visiting the few nearby where we parked. It was helpful to keep an eye out for these signs, which kept you pointed in the right direction.