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A day in the life or TLTR ...
... too long to read for some o' youse, mebbe.  Mebbe not, I dunno.  I be gonna write it anyway cuz I'm in a stream o' consciousness frame o' mind.  I be do it for my own satisfaction.  Or mebbe I be do it cuz I've been on an active roll all day, gettin' the traditional work week off to a fine start. & I feel like keepin' it goin' 'til it's lights out.

Here's how it went:  I popped outa bed at 6 a.m. this fine Monday morn.  Well, 'popped' might be a stretch cuz , according to the intertubes, I sleep on the grumpy side of the bed.  Still, I managed an upright position at straight-up six o'clock & stumbled to the john for the requisite sinus clearing & other ablutions.  After that, it was off to the kitchen for the morning ballet with the missus.  She was busy packing her lunch while I syncopated around her graceful movements in order to mix together this morning's smoothie.

Normally, we go for an orange/pineapple smoothie for 3 or 4 times outa 5 with the other 1 or 2 times being a peach/pineapple.  Today, though, I changed it up!  We had us a pear/pineapple smoothie.  It was a'ight.  Less than bursting with flavor is how I'd describe it..  Pears are like that.  They seem to dial it back on the flavor meter.  Be advised that, no matter the fruit combo, all the workday smoothies also include a heapin' helpin' of vanilla yogurt & some orange juice.

While my lovely bride was getting ready for her day at the diamond mines, I settled on the couch to drink my smoothie, check on the iPad what you Lundie overnighters had been up to, and watch the up-talking weather girl on channel 41.  She's a pleasant young lady, the weather girl, but her chatter doth bubble over at 6:20 in the morning.  

After Mrs. RC headed out at 7, I wet-swiffered the floor where she'd pointed out I'd gotten it six different kinds of sticky with my Monday morning fruit fumble and then went outside to water all the pots & planters we'd managed to stuff with flora over the weekend.  If you count the zinnia planter out front by the drive, we have 26 containers filled so far.  There are prolly another dozen or so that'll get somethin' planted in them by the end of the month.  Blooms R us, baby!

Next, I took some time to post a topic in 'The Street.'  I didn't want to spend a lotta time cuz today was mow day.  I opted for a new poll.  If the response was any indication, I coulda just started mowing sooner.  No biggie, though.  I just put somethin' out there to riff on & sometimes peeps riff.  Other times peeps wait for Ronaldo or the Hog to spout off with a topic before we can get some coffee clatch gabbin' goin' on.  I will admit to throwing some lame topics out there, but I remain undeterred.

Then I saddled up on the mowin' machine.  It was 9:20 when the first blades of grass succumbed to the merciless whirring of the 3-bladed pull-behind, 6-foot wide Land Pride mowing deck.  American built & Kubota towed.  I was expecting a phone call, so I hooked the earbuds up to the iPhone.  With the tractor running, there's no way I can hear an incoming telephone call.  I can't tell if the telephone is vibrating either, so I just choose a playlist & get my mowin' groove on.  If the call were to come in, it would interrupt the tunes.  I got it on today with the 'Run3' playlist.  Run3 is the play list that all the other playlists automatically get copied to.  Currently it has 154 songs & lasts for 624 minutes, plenty o' time to mow the whole ranch without a single tune repeated.  

 So that's what I did.  I mowed & be-bopped along & it was fine.  About 15 minutes into it, though, an older lady & her ... grown son? ... stopped their car on the side of the road & the lady got out and ambled my direction.  At this particular juncture, I was pretty close to the road, so she didn't have to amble too far.  I stopped with mowing  & ambled a few steps my own self to see what she wanted.  She showed a piece of paper to me & said she & ... sonny? ... had been looking for this address that was written on it & by golly they were perplexed.  I took a look & it was the simplest thing in the world to figure out where it was, but only if you understand how rural addresses in Douglas County are assigned.  They did not understand, but I gave her clear directions & she was a delightful lady.  I s'pose her ... son? ... was also a nice person, but you couldn't tell it by his demeanor.  He just sat there in the car, scowling out the window, a big hulking mass of a man seemingly waiting for me to disrespect his ... mom? ... and he'd come stomping out of his undersized coupe intent on frontier justice.  It didn't come to that, though, as ... mom? ... was pleased with the directions & happily got back into the car.  I waved the shittt outa ... sonny boy? ... and he begrudgingly waved back as they drove away.

After that, I got my mow on really good & had almost half the place mowed by 11:30 when I had to head to town for some more diesel fuel.  There wasn't enough left in the Kubota to get through the rest of the mow job.  I took my 5 gal can & headed the 3 or 4 miles to the nearest diesel pump.  It was a fine drive, too.  Not a single prog/dim/soc/com/pinko driver honked at me or tailgated my car or ignored the traffic markings or anything!  There was a speeder who went zooming past, but he had a Trump sticker on the bumper, so that was okay.

I had the whole place mowed before 3 o'clock the little bit o' push mowing done by 3:30.  After a shower, I got busy fixing cookin' the pork riblets on the pellet smoker.  A while back, the grocery store was offerin' this 5 lb. box o' riblets for $10.  That seemed like a perty good deal so I bought a box.  It was a sealed cardboard box.  You couldn't see what was inside, but unless it turned out to be a box o' broccoli or some such thing, I didn't figure I'd be too surprised.  Wrong.  Well, sorta wrong.  It was a box o' riblets for sure, but they all came in one sack.  Frozen together.  Intertwined & solidly frozen together.  T'weren't no way to chisel off a few riblets & keep the rest from thawing, so I thawed the whole friggin' box of 'em.  Five pounds of riblets is a lot.  I only smoked half of 'em.  Now I have a whole mess of uncooked riblets in our fridge that can't be refrozen.  I guess I'll cook 'em up tomorrow & see how long they last that way.  I'd tell ya how I went about cookin' 'em 'zactly, but it's gettin' late & it's nearing lights out.  Suffice it to say they turned out pretty well, but they wuzn't much meat on 'em.  

That's the gist of my mundane Monday.  It was great weather, I got stuff done & not a single bill showed up in the mail.  Now it's time to hit the sack & pick up where I left off reading a mystery novel about a ping pong playing detective who drinks cheap beer.
Later, gators.
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Have you had a pineapple mango smoothie? Delish! Aldi has the frozen fruit mix in bags and they had pineapple & mango chunks mixed all together in 1 bag so I snagged a couple of those yesterday.

I am glad you had good mowing weather. Today was a good day to be outside. I have so much to tackle in my yard but it will have to be baby steps. One little flower garden at a time. I am hoping to make a trip out to Henry's plant farm in Lecompton. I love their stuff!

I, too, fell for the 5lb pork riblet box. I was thinking it would be 5 bags of 1lb each. The box didn't say. I lost the riblets in the great freezer die-out of 2017 so I never got to do anything with them. Maybe you could toss a few in the crockpot with some BBQ just for grins?

Maybe sonny was unhappy because mom drug him out to wherever to lug stuff around that she bought. Maybe he was going to have to move a piano or something and wasn't looking forward to it. He might have been hoping they were lost and then she would just give up and go home & he wouldn't have to move that piano. Or maybe it was a big chifferobe he was going to have to move. I like that word - chifferobe. It is just fun to say.
"Some people have a way with words. Others...oh...not have way." - Steve Martin
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  • Jessamine
That, right there, RC, is the best post I've seen on any site anywhere today!

You ought to mow more often.  Smile

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  • HillbillySue
I came to LFK late yesterday (Sunday) to make a trip to a real grocery store, HyVee on west 23rd or whatever you call it. I returned home via Home Depot where I picked up some smoke chips and a specialized light bulb. I exited via whatever street it is at the stoplight between HD and Minards. As I exited through the light, it turned yellow and there were 3 cars coming north through the intersection. They cleared and I proceeded to make my left turn. Except, here comes, at speed, a hefty Harley with a likewise couple on it and they also wanted to turn east. Except they were too late. They skidded up to the corner and thought (I guess because they were on a motorcycle) they had the right-of-way. Turd almost laid the bike down. I completed my left turn and they followed me out of the intersection, hot on my ass. Eh, I guess this was all my fault. I went just east to south Michigan and turned south to go out of town through the wetlands with them right on my bumper. So, I'm thinking this guy wants a dustup for his screw up and I reach behind the seat of my truck looking for something to use as a club and lo, there's my 12 ga 3 1/2" Winchester XP goose gun buried back there under coats and stuff. I hauled it up to the front and man, that was it. The hefty pair U-turned and went back north.
Tomorrow, I'm cleaning that truck out. That gun was still loaded with high ferocity T-shirt steel goose loads. My bad. I'd tossed it in there in January after the last hunt on a crappy day. Anyway, I wasn't going to take any shirt off that bloated trasher. We both got lucky. Or at least, he did. An ugly end to a nice Sunday.
You are the wind beneath my wings, otherwise known as turbulence.
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  • PleaseReportToTheFrontDesk
Yay, for you, RD!

But, as any good grandmother would tell you, YOU COULD GET YOURSELF KILLED THAT WAY!

However, I still like it. 

And would love for you to park that car somewhere and let me go dig around in it. Can I keep whatever I find?

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  • Riverdrifter
We have 1/2 acre and our mover is an 18hp, 46" cut.  It take 15 minutes to mow the lawn.  You should go to Zs and get a great big triple latte some morning.

Chicken Dinner.

All this mowing! Makes me tired for you. 

My good deed for the day is a warning:

I saw a man riding a lawn mower today on a hill and he looked absolutely unsafe in how he was doing it.

My Aunt Blanche from Monticello, Mississippi - at the age of 68 - died when her riding mower turned over into a ditch on top of her. She did not die from the accident. She died when all the gas leaked out into the ditch on top of her. 

Be careful out there, lovies.

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