I was the Weed Whacker today. I worked maintenance and after our exquisite coffee break, I headed off to whack weeds. I whacked weeds at, you guessed it, the elementary. About mid day, Cora needed me to take her something at work, so I did during my lunch. I also took her a coffee, which perked her up (Get it? Coffee perked.). I then went back and finished my job.
When I got home I started the BBQ and took out a couple chicken breasts. Cora got home and wanted to know if I wanted to go into town and help her buy a new Wii game. What the hell, I love spending money. I cooked the breasts…I smoked them with Mesquite…but you know what, I really prefer the taste of hickory smoke. Then we went to town to buy a Wii game and some salad for dinner. When we got to town we ended up buying two Wii games. Indiana Jones, Legos edition and Boom Blox. I also got some Pepsi…I was out.
We came back and Cora began to play her game while I cut the chicken into chunks and chopped salad makings (carrots, cucmber, cherry tomatoes, and feta cheese). Tasted pretty good.
Tomorrow? I will have more weed whacking to do if I go to maintenance. Otherwise I ill be teaching…come on you teachers! One of you get sick!!
When we were in California we decided to visit Yosemite National Park. It lloked like a 3 hour drive. The map I used, however, failed to show all the switch backs...which made the trip to Yosemite right at 5 hours. It as worth it, even with the accidental hitch hikers. I took this shot and tried to make it a little Ansel Adamsy. What do you think?
What ARE accidental hitch hikers? Well, we were driving along the road looking at the scenery when I saw a woman and her son come out from a path. I thought they wanted to crossed the road, so I stopped. Much to my dismay they began walking toward the car. They were unarmed, so I started to roll down my window. About this time, Cora says to me: "You realize you are giving them a ride, right?" I stammered that not I was not aware of that particular aspect of this stop. Apparently they were hitching a ride back to camp and I had ever so graciously acceded to their wish. Turns out they were German tourists, the father was doing some climbing or something and the mom and son were out for a hike. They climbed in and off we went. The son, who looked to be about 6 or 7 did not speak English, but his mother did. It turned out to be a nice little detour, but accidental, nonetheless.
Cora continues to play her game, I fear i shall not see her until she has finished it.