Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Monday, August 8
I was hoping it would start snowing this week so I could put the lawnmower away for the winter, but no such luck…As it was, tho, we had a good bit of rain today, so I was able to defer mowing until Tuesday and I will be keeping tabs on the forecast, too, ready to postpone it another day if there is even the slightest chance of lightest sprinkles in the forecast.
The Wife had a treat for me this morning: a strawberry fresh from the garden…These have been hard to come by this year because the goddamned rabbits keep eating them…This one, apparently the only one we’ll get this season, was shepherded nicely by The Wife from the vine to the table, where a season’s labors were devoured in a couple of seconds…It was pretty good, too, and had the fresh-from-the-garden taste you only get on stuff that is fresh from the garden.
The amount of effort required to produce even that one strawberry was immense, or at least it looked like it was based on the work I saw The Wife put in…Of course, it depends on what you’re growing…Last year we had so many of The Wife’s prize winning turnips we couldn’t eat all of them.
Speaking of prize-winning turnips, the county fair starts next week and The Wife still hasn’t decided what, or even if, she is going to enter anything…Of course, regular readers of this crap might – or they might not – recall The Wife entered her turnips more or less on the spur of the moment and ended up with the coveted red Second Premium ribbon.
We have half a basketball court at work and guests regularly check out basketballs…I am an average athlete but I did go to John Wooden’s basketball camps a couple of times – as a kid – so I have a very good grounding in the fundamentals and I generally require a guest prove they are fundamentally sound before issuing them a basketball.
It’s great fun!!!…Sometimes I will ask them to assume a proper defensive stance or I will require the execution of a proper two-handed chest pass…
Early in the afternoon, Hillary comes by from the concierge desk wondering what kind of vending machine tipping skills I have…I lean on the desk and tell her solemnly that they are probably a bit rusty…This is immediately followed by the sound of someone banging on one of the vending machines in the sales office…Hillary is small and lithe and doesn’t think she can properly tilt a vending machine on her own, so I head over.
On arrival we see a kid trying valiantly to release his bag of chips from the clutches of the evil vending machine…He is having no success, but I grab the machine, tilt it forward and push it back and the chips are released and ol’ Sparrow is a hero.
it will get busy soon…Tanya goes on vacation and both Misael and Adam leave at the end of the week, as is Alberto, our part time night auditor, so who the hell knows what is going to happen.
Played some cards tonight with The Wife and Her Majesty…We played Phase 10, which Her Majesty said she played a lot in the Navy…I happened to win a pretty close game…I’ve got a knack for cards, but so does Her Majesty, a knack she did not inherit from her mother, because my beloved wife – thru some scatterbrained play that flabbergasted her daughter – played a such a key role in my win it was as if we were teammates.
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