I went out and did two acres or more of very dry grass for the village today (my share, I was told, of the clean-up I missed Saturday)( I had thought I’d finessed my way out of that, but one of the crew remembered I hadn’t bought raffle tickets either and they made it their business . . . )
I bought two. They no longer raffle off a half beef or a quarter, they’re giving packaged stuff.
None the less, the grass is browning, the leaves are falling (mostly from the lack of moisture) and the temps are August normal, 90 degrees. Though the early hours are cool, 60’s.
Poor sod’s in Denver. Flacco staring them in the face. Take him down they cry, over looking the fact that the opening game was suppose to be a Flacco home game.
Still, mileage for the media.
I was sitting on the stream bank the other day hoping the drowning of grasshoppers would entice large fish to visit my line. It didn’t happen. But I did start thinking about the Fox News Medical “A” and how they harped on too much fish being bad for one. The portion I caught on the tube seemed to dwell on the fact it was particularly bad for women.
Which confused me somewhat and wouldn’t make a difference if a goodly sized cat got hungry for grass hopper. As I said, however, it didn’t happen.
When I got home around midnight I threw a large chunk of Snapper into the micro-wave and made a sandwich. I didn’t get a lot of sleep. The only onion I had was red onion, and they give me gas something horrible.
I didn’t have tomato’s or Sauce, nor ketchup. I used some Tabasco and some Heinz 57.
I cannot say I recommend the sandwich.
Even two days later.
From the reaches,