I’ve never had to superglue one of my toenails back together again. Until now.
Went out into the yard this morning and just sort of wandered back and forth, stunned. If I need to remind you, this is what it looked like before. I am not sure I’m going to be able to handle not having to go out and shovel and rake and pick up rocks for hours on end every day.
Yes, for those of you who weren’t around here in early 2011, I was an actual honest to goodness rocket engineer for a few weeks.
And the engine I helped ready exploded quite spectacularly.
Much like SpaceX’s Falcon 9R just did (though ours was just on the ground in a test stand).
But the thing I remember most was that when it blew up, taking the metal building it was in with it, with debris landing a half mile away, the head engineer just sort of nodded and said “Interesting.”
That’s not a tan.
Tilling the yard in anticipation of sod on Monday. After spending the morning slathered in sunscreen out at The Dam. Had to run the tractor “NOW” because it was supposed to rain right after it. And indeed, it’s raining as I post this. Assuming the freshly tilled dirt in the yard doesn’t turn into a complete mud puddle by tomorrow, more rock picking and smoothing and mulch laying will be done.
While my initial reaction to your behavior on the interstate this morning–namely, of hoping you all would die in a fire–was, upon reflection, a bit harsh, I believe I can still safely say that if I saw you all on the shoulder in a hail storm trying to replace a flat tire, one after another in a nice long row, I would smile warmly and turn up the volume on the radio as I kept on my way.