We went to the Scout Shop and the Salvation Army store. After lunch, we’ll see. I may need to sleep.
On my when-I-get-motivated list for today is another height decreasing treatment for my advanced grass substitute patch.
I made a motion towards that end yesterday but it was interrupted by a necessary trek to a petrol port to replenish my stock of gojuice for the Little Red Riding Thing. Then on my return from that adventure I was informed that I was required, er, I mean it was requested that I venture to the market to fetch some containers of that stuff falsely called ‘whole milk’.
Whole milk is not pasteurized, homogenized, or standardized. And if a dairy farmer had a herd of bovines that produced milk with only 3.5% butterfat, that entire herd would be called hamburger tomorrow. And that other stuff, you know, water with white coloring added, is even more unpalatable. At least to one who has had occasion to taste the real stuff from the tap.
Anyway, after completing that assignment the sun had sizzled into the western sea and so I returned the Red Riding Thing to its safespace where it awaits my return..
The sun is shining and it’s 80 degrees on the way to a projected 84, so decreasing the height of the advanced grass substitute shouldn’t be all that sweat-producing.