joflasher | tired

Spent the next to last day of summer hours putting in a silt barrier in my back yard between my swamp, er, pardon, WETLANDS and where the new deck/hot tub is going.

Note to self, Jo - Just because you are physically able to do something doesn't mean you should. There is no shame in paying big burly men to do that shit.

So yeah, 4 hours later I've a foot deep trench and a layer of hay bales between my lovely swamp and my building site. I also did my good deed and fed all the mosquitoes between here and Burlington.

During this process, I was reminded of a fact I had somehow forgotten in my years since leaving the farm - namely, hay bales come in three sizes: heavy, fucking heavy and oh god, no. At least I got them all installed and the spares under a tarp before the rain and wind started. As heavy as they were dry, I don't think I could have moved them wet.

Oh, and whomever decided to move Boston to Kansas? Needs to be smacked and I have just the tools to do it with. Could have done without the tornado warnings tonight. Have enough issues with that bastard Bill aiming at us this weekend.

And finally, warm beer just sucks. You Brits are cracked for drinking that. Just saying.

On the upside, Shipping Off To Boston just showed up on the Rock Band list. I need to invite people over so we can get a Proper(tm) chorus going.