I’d be worried about posting so many photos of my friends doing normal friend things except that I’m pretty sure the majority of my readers are my friends. As I’ve previously mentioned, we’re real nerds. For a moment on Saturday, there was some fierce Jenga competition going on.
This fine gentleman here is soon off to school again to pursue even higher education. He held a little soiree at a local “dive bar” (in quotes because they are trying to be a dive bar).
George and I are sharecroppers. We pay to rent someone else’s land, then do what we will with the produce… at our local community garden. I put our name on a list and a year later we got accepted. At first, it was very exciting. And then we realized that the weeds never, ever stop coming. Our garden is now a horrific mess of a place. We never work on it. It always needs water. It certainly didn’t help that our enormous cherokee purple tomato plant only gave us two usable tomatoes. The other two were eaten by birds and the plant hasn’t seen fit to set any more fruit.