When green offends
Time to stop with the overthinking. Get my hands dirty. I re-gapped both spark coils; some improvement overall. The choke thing is next on my (to learn) list. This is new content, in my life-long learning course.
And with the lawn mower as less of a topic, I was urged to get involved (vicariously) in the Big Boat Launch. That is, I was allowed to tie loops in the long line, and then step back to let the sailor run the show. And, with photos as proof, I now know that the dune down below has two sides… the seaward face is prettier but much less accessible. Without getting wet, of course. I might just wade across the “run” at some slack tide moment. Accepting that getting back would require a wait (of 12 hours and 20 minutes, apparently). Or I can swim. To be examined, another day.
The PM scored an honorary degree in Edinburgh, this afternoon. Good stuff for a kid with an undergrad degree in drama.
In the mail, a reminder that one can never have enough pots and pans around the place. (The annual arena sale). Yes, I want to go. No, I really shouldn’t.
My family tree database passed the 67K mark this evening
Offbeat news from NB (is there another kind?). Someone is upset because his neighbour doesn’t mow the back yard grass, and he can see it (if he stares, really hard). Come on, the back yard? Unless the idea of green offends. It could be so much worse. Think “old car carcasses”, or “a derelict trampoline”. That’s what ends up in other back yards.
