Centerfield

Golf. Planting tomato plants and sowing pumpkins, green beans, cukes, squash, gourds. A party. Beer. Burgers. Fire! Best to all.

With the exception of planting things (I will, instead, be ripping things out of the ground), it sounds like bk and I are going to have substantially similar weekends.

I plan to enjoy a “McHale’s Navy” marathon, look for imagery in cloud formations, send a bunch of used postcards I found in a dumpster to people I don’t know, update my personal map of mile markers in the local tri-county area, laugh at insects, reorganize the artificial sweeter packets I’ve taken from restaurants and convenience stores, mold a clay bust of Gene Rayburn, read a couple more pages from the phone book, wax my mustache, wear a purple shirt and pick my navel. I’ll let you guys know how it all went first thing Tuesday morning. Have a good one.

(This is my way of saying I don't have anything planned. But I might plant one of those weeping cherry trees in my back yard.)

Not much of a holiday for me this weekend. Next week is moving week as I leave central Florida and move to Florida panhandle. Nothing is more fun then moving in Florida heat and humidity.