I made two mistakes this morning – besides getting up, of course.
I turned on the telly and they insist on talking politics; and I skipped breakfast before browsing the images of Bing. One of the first pictures I came across was”
It was Classic Irish Food with Irish Coffee.
I now drool on my key board and run food items through the onboard computer.
We spent yesterday cleaning the fence rows of small trees and stubble from last years cuttings. I still need to get the front wheels of the Dixon mower fixed. That’ll be a trip for this afternoon. New bearings.
Pastor has acquired a tiller so I’m relieved of that chore. He’s also fenced the community garden plot (which is what I’ve been tilling) for some reason. Probably to keep the kids from destroying the plants. A Democratic way of thinking, I think. Rather than tell the kids it isn’t correct, fence the sucker so the kids face obstacles to destructive behavior.
I don’t need to go there this morning.
The little white dogs have found new homes. It seems the folks have finally gotten a belly full of midnight barking and interrupted traffic. That does not, I suppose, do a darn thing for the villages five puppy mills.
I guess, as depressed as the are iis, any industry is necessary. I keep thinking, however, of the dog fighting culture that use to exist and the chicken fighting village up the road, that finally got served notice of cease and desist.
Strange place this village I choose to live in.
From the reaches,