Hammer

Many short stories:

We used to have this clothing hanger thing in the back yard. I’m sure it was cool once, but now it’s filled with rust and totally redundant because of the dryer in the house. I determined to remove it. So, I dug around the thing (metal post, set in concrete), tipped it, and spent about an hour with a big ‘ole hammer just wanging away breaking off pieces of the concrete until it was light enough to move. It was fun and all, but my right forearm is *really* tired now.

We’re 40 bags of cedar mulch into the process of re-mulching all the flower beds. I estimate either 10 more or 30 more bags, depending on whether or not all the shrubberies need mulch.

Jen got a Canon D10 digital SLR camera. She’s completely geeked out, and is presently shooting pictures of me (while I type) saying “ooh, the F-stop autonegotiates the arbitrated lens abatement armature (or something like that). It seems pretty cool.

Because it was on sale, I tried “malta:” a “non alcoholic malt beverage from India.” It tastes exactly like wort (which is the malt soup that you make when brewing beer, prior to the addition of the yeast. As soon as yeast touches it, it’s beer). Weird, and strangely wrong. I don’t recommend it. Eat a slice of good dark bread and drink a ginger ale instead for a similar, but far superior experience.

Tomorrow, we go to Block Island, where (I’m told) more than 150 species of bird pass on their annual migration. W00t!