Hey – check out this craptastic photo from when I saw the U.S. Men’s National Team play Belize in the Gold Cup earlier this week. It was my first time ever seeing them play and I loved it. Can’t wait for World Cup next year.
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The morning after the 4th of July I went into the kitchen to put my tea cup away and I saw a man in our backyard opening the shed door.
I said, “Why is there a guy in our backyard?”
Bob jumped up and said, “I don’t know.”
And we both went running out there. He was wearing Jack Skellington pajamas and looked pretty harmless.
He introduced himself like he knew us and I thought it was pretty obvious he was high. He said he was looking for his mother. She had run off.
Bob hustled him out of the backyard and told him to get lost. I thought maybe we should make sure he got home in one piece.
Bob said he saw him later on the porch of the house where he told us he lived. He did not make eye contact.
We’ve got new renters moving in next door. Long time readers will recall that this is a regular event. We really liked the previous renters. It was a couple and they were stable and friendly (uh, but their dog pooped in our yard) but otherwise they were terrific. They’re having a baby and bought a house.
The house has been empty longer than it was between previous renters and word is that the rental agent took extra time to make sure she got good people. We’ll cross our fingers.
I grew a sugar beet. I found what looked like a pink turnip. I tasted it and it tasted like sugar cane mixed with nuclear waste. I guessed it might be a sugar beet and found a photo online. Maybe the wrong seed slipped in at the seed factory?
If I ever time travel to the 50’s and start a band it’s going to be called The Sugar Beats.
I have no idea where the time goes. I woke up at 6:30 and I’ve been going almost non-stop since then. I still have a ton of chores and my poor yard desperately needs attention. But I’m on my way to a Timbers game. Maybe tomorrow.
You should have put the Shed Guy to work on your garden. That way you don’t have to.