Saturday, February 17, 2024
As I walk around the neighborhood, I pick up small bits of garbage, cigarette butts, soda or beer cans, miscellaneous pieces of plastic that were part of God knows what, and the occasional food container. People love to hurl their garbage from the car window. Yesterday, I came across one of those white cardboard food containers. I stooped to pick it up, only to discover it was loaded with food. Someone didn't like what they bought.
I only took a sealed condiment package with me but left the rest. It was too much. I knew the ants would take care of the food. Sure enough. Today, that container looked like someone had taken it home, scrubbed it clean, and put it back out there. Gotta love what the ants do for our world. Okay, they sometimes mistake the food we want for ourselves as refuse, but really. Can you imagine what our world would look like without their excellent assistance?
Something else broke down today. The list grows: my car, the solar system, the vacuum cleaner, the refrigerator ice dispenser, one of my computers, and now my electric tea kettle. I remembered the YouTube advice for my computer. Wipe down electric connections with alcohol. I got a wipe from the closet and tried it. There was some white power from the Intrasound shipping disaster on the base.
One of the powder containers cracked during shipping. There was powder on everything, inside and outside the box. USPS put the package in a plastic bag, and the powder migrated to the outside of the bag. The alcohol worked like a charm. That shallow film on the platform was enough to prevent a good connection. Well, one item off the list.
Dan came back today and finished off the Ficus trees. I knew I would need some mulch. I figured something like ten bags purchased at Home Depot. Uh-Uh. I needed a full dumpster of mulch. I needed it 9 to 12 inches deep to kill off whatever small roots got left in the soil. I was drowning in new information. Overwhelming. Dan said Tanner would be over on Monday to pick up the second dumpster and return with a load of mulch.
Judy had inquired about Dan. Two years ago, she had a 40-60-foot tree trimmed. It hung over the house and was damaging the roof. It did what all healthy trees do; it came roaring back. Before it grew too much, Judy thought cutting the tree down and killing it was a good idea. I called Judy and Paulette to say I was coming and drove him up there. Paulette greeted us, and Judy and Carol joined in. Dan could do the job for $2500. The guy's amazing. He offers very good prices, is prompt, works efficiently, is nice, and has a fantastic body.
The other day, Darby and I were in the driveway as he was heading out to his truck on the street. He was shirtless, and his pants had slipped down to the hip joint, exposing the crack at the top of his butt. Darby and I both gave appreciative glances. You don't see many men his age, 40s, still in good condition—a mature, well-formed body. Dan does not think about his appearance one way or the other. There was an innocence to the moment.
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