This morning, Serena and I got up at 6 something to get ready for her Saturday Farmer's Market job, only to find she wasn't needed. So, today became 'The Day Of Doing Stuff'. In no particular order, we:
- Moved the lawn. I am guessing this is the penultimate mowing this year.
- Did laundry.
- Cleaned and swept.
- Baked a whole box of apples that our neighbour gave us and made it into a very tasty apple sauce.
- Boiled all the apple cores, strained and added sugar and lemon juice for a refreshing apple drink.
- Cleaned the kitchen. Again.
- Got both mixing boards working (a Behringer Eurodesk 3282A and Mackie 24.8). I will put both up for sale and keep one.
- Replaced the belt on my turntable. Sounds almost OK now.
- Went off to Wing-It for a chicken wing and salad dinner. They have about 60 kinds of wings but we settled on three: spicy bbq, lemon pepper, and creamy spicy garlic and parmesan. Beer, ice tea and lemonade. Serena asked for an Alrnold Palmer, but the waitress didn't know what it was and Serena wasn't sure. For future reference, it is a half iced tea, half lemonade. The John Daly is an Arnold Palmer with a boatload of alcohol. For true authenticity, it should be served by a white-trash cocktail waitress.
The remainder of the day was spent relaxing.
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I was going to post a youtube link here to a T-Rex song. But the comments in the link are just so disgusting, having degenerated into the usual foul-mouthed uneducated debate that floods the internet like dog urine in Jardine's Lookout. I wonder, is this normal? Is it because there are so many voices now that the winner is just the one who screams the loudest, regardless of what they are saying? I know some of these people are a) male and b) 14, so they barely register as human, but many of them are adults. What is their excuse?
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Final day of the local Farmer's Market tomorrow. Burgers at 12:3 with Nick. Must remember to get his email address.
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