Mar 01, 2010 20:30
I got to a friends machine shop today to hear that shop kitty decided to go for a swim in the caustic acid vat. Turns out shop kitty doesn't like being rinsed in the sink and now has funny feeling hair.
The machine shop is located on his late grandfathers hay and cattle farm and the bull's barn contains 20 years of "aged fertilizer" and hay bales. Since I plan on building a huge garden with my neighbor this year (and trying to fix my yard), free shit(literally) seems to be just the thing.
On the way home with a trailer full of shit (literally) I noticed an elderly couple around the corner from my house tilling up a garden. I spun my Blazer around in the "big goddamn white church's" parking lot and drove back to their house.
The impression I received was they don't get too many visitors. I said I noticed they were setting up a garden and asked if they'd like some fertilizer. One would think they made a new best friend. Turns out they ended up with almost the entire trailer load in a big pile between to Charlie's food garden and Sue's flower garden. I asked if it was too much and Sue replied "You eat an elephant one bite at a time". I have a feeling they'll find a use for all of it.
I'm surprised I didn't get drug inside and fed.
Thank dog for beers, hot showers and beers.