July 30th
- In the midst of unprecedented straining of my guitar strings, I was interrupted
by my beautiful wife who wanted me to bring a box in from the garage and then
peel a pot of potatoes. No problem; 10 – 15 minutes and I’ll be back to my
stringed rhapsody; or not!
Unfortunately,
there was a hole in the bag that allowed lots of water to seep in. I had
forgotten about the dog poop, and so picked up the bag to throw it back in the
can when liquid manure began pouring out all over the alley. I quickly put it
down and found another bag to put it in before sealing it and depositing it
back in the can.
July 28th - The intrepid (and somewhat beleaguered) guitar student on the back deck braving mosquitoes. Is it just me, or do the neighbours really wait for me to start practicing before starting their lawn mowers?
July 25th - The intrepid guitar student on a very blustery back deck. But I'm used to blustery; I have been married for 32 years.
I picked up
some garbage on the way to the garage and dropped it into one of the two
garbage cans beside the garage. Then I noticed that the cans were almost half
full of water from the heavy rain showers over the past few days. Obviously, I
had to dump them out. Along with the water came stuff that had been sitting in
the water for days, including a bag of dog droppings; all landing on the alley.
Fortunately,
the other can was empty except for the water, so I used it for washing the poop
down the alley to the storm sewer. I washed my hands and took the box into the house
then went upstairs to peel potatoes.
However,
Pat had noticed something had leaked out of the garbage bag by the sink and
spread a sticky mess over the floor. I quickly looked for another garbage bag
under the sink to put the first one into but couldn’t find one. In process of
looking, I knocked over a full bottle of dish-washer liquid and cracked the
bottle which proceeded to leak all over the floor.
“Great” I thought,
“it’s just what I need to help clean up the sticky stuff.” (Note: this is
absurdly positive for the glass half empty kind of guy.) So I cleaned up both
messes together, found another bag to put the leaky garbage in and finally went
to the fridge to get the potatoes out. However, when I pulled out the crisper I
smelled and saw something that shouldn’t be there; another sticky mess. On Pat’s
advice I sprayed it with a cleanser, left it while I peeled potatoes, then
cleaned it out.
More than
an hour, and several hand-washings later, I finally got back to my guitar
practice. Just another day in the life of the intrepid guitar student.
July 28th - The intrepid (and somewhat beleaguered) guitar student on the back deck braving mosquitoes. Is it just me, or do the neighbours really wait for me to start practicing before starting their lawn mowers?
July 25th - The intrepid guitar student on a very blustery back deck. But I'm used to blustery; I have been married for 32 years.
