Saturday Afternoon Live!
What do we have here?
This, my friend, is called a “brown trout”. I’ve never caught one myself, but I’m told that they’re abundant in Horn Pond, Woburn, MA. In my last post I think may have suggested that I was going to go fishing and get me one of these guys.
I didn’t go. The weather was gorgeous! It was 70 degrees and not a cloud in the sky. So I spent the whole morning and some of the afternoon moving the last one-and-a-half yards of mulch to its final destinations:
- The tiger lillies behind the house received liberal amounts of dark brown mulch around their stems. This took a long time because I had to be careful not to hurt them.
- The barrel out front sits on its own patch of grass. Well, it used to be grass. Now its a barrel and four inches of mulch! MUahahahahah!!
- There’s a small strip of grass between my driveway and my neighbors nice white picket fence. Now there’s four inches of rich-looking mulch lining the driveway instead of wayward grass and weeds.
- The remainder was spread liberally under the swingset.
It was quite a busy day for moving mulch. After I moved the mulch I turned over all the dirt that used to be under the mulch and spread grass seed with fertilizer.
Whew! Sounds an awful lot like nap-time, doesn’t it? Well, part of the grass needed to be mowed and part could hold out. So the whole thing looked awful. I mowed the grass in the back and in the front.
Then I decided to try the Mr. Clean car-washing system I received recently for my birthday. It worked out ok. Part of the benefit is supposed to be this Jet Dry stuff that gets sprayed on and prevents dirt from clinging to the surface of the car. I’ll let you know how it goes. it looks good — like it was just washed, which is the minimum I would expect. Also, the sponge I used with it was shockingly filthy. So I guess that’s a good sign.
I think we’re supposed to watch “Calendar Girls” tonight. Liz is a lucky woman. I don’t think it looks like a very entertaining movie but I’m going to watch it anyway. I suspect Liz thinks it will be like “The Full Monty” but with old british women instead of middle aged british men.
The good news is that I think I’m going fishing tomorrow before we go to Plymouth. But if I catch any fish, what will I do with them? I guess I’ll have to freeze them or something. It feels wrong to freeze fresh fish, though, doesn’t it? I suppose I could grill them up right away and eat them for lunch(?)
I’ll let you know how it works out.
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