Monthly garden party, with bad burger
Omaha and I had our monthly work party at Kouryou-chan's school. This session was slightly more depressing than usual because for the first two hours we were the only people who showed. We're getting a little tired of being the people to check the roofs, clear the gutters, weed the receiving area and and turn the compost bin for an entire schoolful of kids.
All in all, it was an okay day job. I had a bit of a scare as I slipped off the ladder coming down and fell. Fortunately, I was only about six feet up and the goround was dirt with a thick layer of pine needles to absorb the impact. Mostly bruised my pride, really, but it reminded me to be more a heck of a lot more careful going up and down that thing.
We had lunch at Arby's and I decided to have one of their "Roastburgers." Consider the project an epic failure. It's basically one of their roast beast sandwiches (which I happen to like when all I want is a big ol' hunk o' protein) decorated with the trappings of a fast food burger: lettuce, tomato, pickles, mustard & mayo sauce (without even a hint of Arby's in-house flavors, cheap steak sauce and horseradish-scented mayonnaise) on a sesame seed bun. The combination is just bland, but it does demonstrate how outlets like McDonald's work so hard to hide the poor quality of their meat. Arby's meat is actually pretty good; they ought not to try to emulate the other guys. I think I'll go back to their more fare.
In one of the bushes the kids had planted a bush with a label: "Spurge." I just liked saying that word, I don't know why. "Spurge!" The way someone says "Sparta!"
We finished up pretty quickly. The kids even helped, briefly, with the project of watering the front plants. I even managed to score some lovely dried firewood to take home.
All in all, it was an okay day job. I had a bit of a scare as I slipped off the ladder coming down and fell. Fortunately, I was only about six feet up and the goround was dirt with a thick layer of pine needles to absorb the impact. Mostly bruised my pride, really, but it reminded me to be more a heck of a lot more careful going up and down that thing.
We had lunch at Arby's and I decided to have one of their "Roastburgers." Consider the project an epic failure. It's basically one of their roast beast sandwiches (which I happen to like when all I want is a big ol' hunk o' protein) decorated with the trappings of a fast food burger: lettuce, tomato, pickles, mustard & mayo sauce (without even a hint of Arby's in-house flavors, cheap steak sauce and horseradish-scented mayonnaise) on a sesame seed bun. The combination is just bland, but it does demonstrate how outlets like McDonald's work so hard to hide the poor quality of their meat. Arby's meat is actually pretty good; they ought not to try to emulate the other guys. I think I'll go back to their more fare.
In one of the bushes the kids had planted a bush with a label: "Spurge." I just liked saying that word, I don't know why. "Spurge!" The way someone says "Sparta!"
We finished up pretty quickly. The kids even helped, briefly, with the project of watering the front plants. I even managed to score some lovely dried firewood to take home.