Now that the sun is shining daily and the weed growth is waning, we’re about to enter lockdown here at 3675 and return to nonstop weekends of yardwork.
You see, soon it will be barbecue season, and this year, I fully intend to take advantage of that. I’m getting this place in the perfect summer state we couldn’t enjoy last year, because it was a construction war zone until July.
And, we’re getting ready to turn our backyard into a “food forest” (with the expertise and guidance of Katy and Felipé), and trust me — there will be work involved with that. Lots of work (and lots of fretting, and cursing).
So, before saying goodbye to a winter of luxuriously relaxing tasks like obsessively shopping for rugs online in favor of a return to manual labor, I felt the need to go to San Diego and spend a weekend eating too many tacos and partying like a college kid.
Dude, bro! Yes — that’s exactly what I felt like doing before facing down Summer #2 in my 100-year-old house.
Kim was in SD this past weekend for work, so I flew down and we grabbed a hotel on Mission Beach. We hooked up with John and Ashley and we all enjoyed the best San Diego has to offer — meaning, tacos and beer (Kim and I also enjoyed a hot air balloon ride and some wild animals, too).
But alas, although it was fun, I was reminded that I’m not a college kid. I’m old (in fact, if I was my mother, I’d have an insane pubescent daughter of my own right now).
However! At least I’m an old person with a lovely old house to boot (soon to have its own food forest!). So, get ready folks… Here come a whole lotta posts about YARDWORK.