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Number one:
You just never know what rig I'm going to bring home. I finally resigned myself to my wife's wishes and the neighbor's request and am working on filling in the ditch that never gets used. The neighbor is happy because it will keep his little system for flood irrigating from washing out into our ditch several times each summer. The wife is pleased because we'll be able to plant it all to lawn and get rid of the native foliage ('weeds' to those who sympathize with Shauna).
Number one:
You just never know what rig I'm going to bring home. I finally resigned myself to my wife's wishes and the neighbor's request and am working on filling in the ditch that never gets used. The neighbor is happy because it will keep his little system for flood irrigating from washing out into our ditch several times each summer. The wife is pleased because we'll be able to plant it all to lawn and get rid of the native foliage ('weeds' to those who sympathize with Shauna).
2.0:
The great neighborhood exchange.
This is just the smallest sampling of the wares that have been wandering around the hood.
The great neighborhood exchange.
This is just the smallest sampling of the wares that have been wandering around the hood.
Earl and Sandy bring a plate of sugar; in exchange, we send plates of sugar to everyone on the lane; in exchange for that, Ed brings a box of sugar; Naylors bring a plate of sugar in exchange for an evening of girl talk (at least I got to enjoy the sugar and a nap), and, as if our dentist wasn't happy enough, they sent another plate of sugar last night; other platters of sugar have walked out our front door, to return, I'm sure, with other sugars in tow; at the first of Shauna's business holiday parties there was a great exchange of sugar, and, since she left her change out one night, she owed the entire bank more sugar; and, a doorstop of sugar arrived today (see the second half of this post for an explanation and recipe).
Now, in my great ignorance, I wondered aloud that 'Wouldn't it be simpler if we all just fixed our own sugary specialties, kept them for ourselves, and forwent all this walking, trading, and exchanging niceties business?' Ah, but you have much to learn Grinch: that would be neglecting the spirit of the whole matter.
I feel as if my stomach is taking on the spirit of Buddha.
Now, in my great ignorance, I wondered aloud that 'Wouldn't it be simpler if we all just fixed our own sugary specialties, kept them for ourselves, and forwent all this walking, trading, and exchanging niceties business?' Ah, but you have much to learn Grinch: that would be neglecting the spirit of the whole matter.
I feel as if my stomach is taking on the spirit of Buddha.
Numero tres:
Please study the following package closely. Any explanations or excuses, sarcastic, senile, logical or otherwise, would be greatly appreciated.
Please study the following package closely. Any explanations or excuses, sarcastic, senile, logical or otherwise, would be greatly appreciated.
So you took her name, did you? Wow. I've had it wrong this whole time. :) Look forward to meeting Baby Wilson...ahem, I mean Baby Ramey apparently!
ReplyDeleteOK.... drum-roll.....the explanation is your mother is a dork! A full-fledged and undeniably certified dork who was so focused on finding a box that would hold the sugar door-stop but not have so much room left over that she could include a 50 lb. sack of sugar as well...... that she, in her relief that she actually found a box, however flimsy the box, failed to engage what few brain cells she has (or had?)to address the package properly. She was actually right proud of herself that she actually got the package out the door, to the car and then actually mailed it in time to arrive before the sugar door-stop became moldy or the calendar turned to 2011. Sound like your mother?
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