Well, I'm not fishing this morning! We've got to eat some of the fish we have or it could become a problem. Last year, I don't believe I cleaned nary a fish but I did catch a few. Some I gave alive to the guys working on the house next door and some I just turned loose. This year we've given away a few fish but they have all been cleaned. Those white boneless crappie filets sure look nice but it is when they turn up on your plate in a browned color is when they look their best.
Glenda is going to town with Ruthie today while I stay home like the good house pet I've become. I'll probably pressure wash the concrete porch and use the blower on the Struebbe lawn. I got around to mowing it and ours yesterday. There were a few rows of clippings that needed to be dispersed over the rest of the lawn. I blew them around our lawn yesterday but put the other one off until I rested up. Whew! That was a hot chore yesterday but I did discover a cold beer in the refrigerator in Struebbe's garage. That helped or hurt; I don't know which.
I had to come in and take a shower after all that working and sweating. A lot of pollen is still being swirled around with the blowing and mowing making it even worse. Shorts and no shirt will be the dress code for mew around here for the next couple of days. Well, I estimate that I might need to wear an unbuttoned shirt just to keep from sickening anyone.
If you are distressed by anything external, the pain is not due to the thing itself, but to your estimate of it; and this you have the power to revoke at any moment.~Marcus Aurelius
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