I was doing yard work yesterday, and when I bent down to pick up a twig, I felt searing pain shoot across my lower back. Its nothing serious, but the doc put me on pain medication and ant-inflammatories for the next week. I'm also not allowed to do anything for the next two days aside from resting and shuffling about the house. Good thing I got the garden in last week.
Here's a better view of the Frothling's painting of a flower. I know its a parent's nature to praise a child's work, but for a six-year old, I think this is remarkably good. Mrs. Froth and I are going to have it professionally framed.
I cannot think of a more offensive and tasteless thing to do. This guy is making a living off of killing another human. I don't care if you think Zimmerman was justified or not, auctioning off the weapon that killed Trayvon Martin is disgusting. Well, I guess we'll find out how much a teenager's life is worth.
I went morel hunting over the weekend, and not only did I NOT find morels, I saw very few mushrooms at all. I found a few clumps of inky caps, and some tiny, tiny dryad saddles. I thought with the weather we've had, there would be mushrooms everywhere, but nope, very, very few.
These are the dryad saddles. Sorry about the focus, but you can see by comparison with my thumb how small they are. These mushrooms are usually the size of dinner plates this time of the year.
Seven more days of vacation. We'll try again later.
I stopped by McDonalds for a quick breakfast this morning on my way to hunt morels. I generally don't do fast food, but I do like McDonald's coffee and their sausage biscuit.
The place is usually filled with older men, I think because they get free coffee or something. These are people generally 10 to 20 years older than me, so they were teenagers in the sixties to early 70's.
This one fellow was railing about how some person on some TV show kept saying "Damn this" and "damn that" and he was quite upset that children found that funny.
I was amused that he was so put out by such a mild curse on TV, and wondered what people who were his age in the late 60's felt about his hair, or his clothes, or his music.
And then he said, quite loudly, "That's what's wrong with America. No one gives a shit." He was so put out by "damn" but loudly says "shit" just a few tables away from the McDonald's Playland.
Well, were finally getting some decent weather. I finished making the new garden boxes, so the process of moving the garden from the soggy back yard to the side yard, where its both closer to the kitchen and the water spigot is nearly completed, I just have to finish carting the garden soil to the new location and erecting the trellis. Maybe I can get the grass cut while I'm at it?