Though I have n’t done as much gardening as I ’d care , we ’re still doing well this year .
First , here ’s a looking at the modest garden next to our house :
And the gardens next to where the bull wipe out my pigeon peas , just a trivial downhill from the respite of the yard :
I ’ll take you down to the garden down the Alfred Hawthorne before long – I ’m about to do a big clean - up down there and beat back the hobo camp so the pumpkins can run .
Now for a comical fib about that Taylor guitar .
I buy it in the US and found out that a guitar could be taken on a carpenter’s plane as carry - on , thanks to a exceptional mickle the TSA made with the American Federation of Musicians .
It ’s not dependable to stow a guitar in the baggage area . Pressure change and battering about can bust up a all right instrument , so it ’s good we can carry them on a aeroplane de jure .
alas , not all passenger are nerveless about it .
When I bewilder on the planer with my guitar , I cautiously pack it in the overhead bin .
Then a sour , halfway - aged black guy cable sitting in my row decided to make a stink about it .
“ Your guitar is takin ’ up most of the space in this bin ! ”
“ Sorry . What can I do ? ” I said , meaning there was really nothing I could do about it . There was also plenty of space in neighboring bins ( and around my guitar , in reality ) .
“ Yeah , what can you do , ” he said , exasperated that he had to move 12″ farther and apply the edge of the next overhead compartment .
Once we were seat , I turned to him , hop to split his glacial despite of all things guitar .
“ Just be glad I ’m not a piano role player , ” I say .
Then he snapped “ I FAIL TO SEE THAT humour IN THIS berth ! ”
At that point , I realized the guy was a spring and determined to be sour , so I decided to continue and explicate the joke like I was speak to a small tyke .
“ Well , see , it ’s funny because a piano would n’t conform to in the overhead binful . ”
He just sat there in stony silence .
Ah well . Some multitude just ca n’t have any fun .
By the terminal of the trajectory he ’d cool down out , though , and actually crack a smile once . His granddaughter was seat between us and I let her take over my headphones so she could check the in - escape movie , encourage her in her drawing skills , plus helped her stow her knapsack and get set for landing place .
Just because her grandpa was a curmudgeon did n’t mean I was break to move the same .
That ’s because I ’m a good , good somebody who brags about how good he is on his good , dear blog .
Heh .
Have a peachy day , folks – sorry for the recent post .
