12 May 2007
Saturday spottings (limited range)
By which is meant that I didn't go much of anywhere today, but today still demands some sort of accounting, beginning at about 9:15, when I finally forced myself out of bed, mostly because I had to leave a bag of food for the postman. Local letter carriers were helping in a food drive for the Regional Food Bank; the usual person on this route comes by on Saturday between 9:30 and 10, and given the number of strays that wander about at night, I wasn't about to put it out the night before, even though very few cats carry can openers and such.
In retrospect, I probably could have waited another hour before firing up the lawn mower: there was still a noticeable quantity of dew after 10. Then again, it had been twelve days since the back yard had been mowed, and it rained eleven of those days. I pondered briefly the possibility of getting some sort of Urban Wilderness designation, then remembered that I'd probably be spending the rest of my life getting permits for this or that. And it took 65 minutes instead of the usual 40 or so, mostly because I kept sinking into the ground.
The postman did pick up the sack, and one of the things he left me was a nice little card telling me about an Alaskan cruise this summer, aboard Holland America's Amsterdam. I know from nothing about cruises, but I figured that if I wanted to go to Alaska, July was probably a good time to do it, especially in view of the fact that this cruise had been arranged by those wonderful folks at Bare Necessities. (Decision: Wait until I can talk someone into going with me. May take a while.)
I wandered over to the Post Office, where the Regional Food Bank's trailer was picking up what the carriers were dropping off. I also splurged for some of those Forever Stamps, which were more impressive-looking than I had anticipated or maybe it was just that I liked the idea of a stamp that says USA FIRST CLASS FOREVER.
I went on to the grocery they, too, were taking donations for the food drive and by the time I got back home, most everyone on the street had mowed out front. In keeping with my Rule of Lawns (never have the best, or the worst, lawn on the block), I wheeled out the mower again and knocked out the front yard, which proved to be marginally drier. I believe this is only the second time I have ever done both lawns in a single day, and I'd just as soon not have to do it again.
A few days ago on this post, McGehee had said this:
[Chicken] wings are so popular when sold separately (a compelling example of marketing if ever there was one).
And sure enough, in the grocer's case, prepackaged wings were going for $1.99 a pound, thirty cents more than for thighs.Posted at 7:00 PM to City Scene