Spool cord as springs
I’ve learned that the spool of plastic cord which fuels our weed-whacker is closely related to every clock mainspring I’ve ever liberated. Seriously. Had to rewind the stuff this evening, and my start-over counter is officially off the rails. Of course, with a freshly wound spool, I was then given the job of “finishing” the trim outside. Hint: when the wind dies, and the grass gets disturbed, prepare to donate small portions of blood to the local flying demons.
Canada’s “Own the Podium” campaign is working! As of this evening, there are a record number (by our national standard) of medals awarded, and the games aren’t over yet. I know, we’re not going to tie with the big names, but we are proud (as any observers can/should be).
Out of ideas for supper, so I brought home donairs. This is one of those meals that you can’t do often, but when faced with a whole dish of slightly greasy meat strips, soaked in sauce, it’s pretty hard to resist. Who cares about “nutrition”?
The Zika virus is officially part of the Florida dream. Think about that. A new plague, recently discovered and now available to tourists without need to travel far from home. Go to Disney, bring home more than you bargained on in the souvenir list. Plus, it doesn’t require the mosquito to keep on making new friends. We’re in troubling times here.
And with that, I’m sure that tomorrow will be another great day in my world. We survived the rains, and now summer can continue (as soon as the family tourists arrive).
