I was thinking of getting a small outdoor table with two matching chairs to use on my balcony deck. The price was a great deal, the size was just right (the balcony is only ~4 feet wide) and I liked the way it looked. Then I read the weight limit for the chairs. 200 pounds. What the hey? That's no way to build a chair!
When I post something via the FF bookmarklet I nearly always double post, but that's because the popup box always just sits there as though it hasn't done anything (even if it has) so I click "Post" again! It's NOT MY FAULT! damMIT!
Word to the wise: In response to the passage of 12 new laws furthering Texas' goal of becoming a gun-riddled free-for-all-shootem-up-paradise ( http://friendfeed.com/fabooma... ) you should be advised that the varmints are organizing to fight back. Texas, you've been warned.
The owner of a local retail mattress store appears in his own TV ads as "Mattress Miles" and I've always joked to others watching that it makes me think he sleeps around a lot. ( e.g. "There are a lot of Mattress Miles on that guy!") Well, I met him in person the other day. He's a nice guy, so I'll have to stop that.
Sometimes, after a particularly fulfilling experience riding my bicycle, or a long exhilarating walk on a cool but sunny day, I start thinking that I've worked through some of my physical 'issues' and I'm back to my old self. The next day tends to offer a stern reminder that isn't the case. (Not yet, at least.)
I'm going to have to add two more of my trees to the 'beyond help' list. That snow was brutal! I'm waiting to cut them down because I don't have anywhere to go with the branches until I rent a wood chipper. I also went to a garden center at a big box store. Trees shorter than me sell for $100+... !!
After eating only healthy foods and going for a bike ride last night, I was feeling rather noble about myself... until I opened a beer and then decided I needed something to go with it. So I sat on the couch watching tv and eating Fritos with my beer. Oops.
The roads and trails are dry once again, so I went for a bike ride last night. 12.5 miles in and hour and 25 minutes, which works to aroujnd 8.5 miles per hour. On a bike. My best 10 mile time for running was 60 minutes. Or 10 miles per hour. I used to *run* faster than I can now *bike*!
#SaturdayFF -- Slogging in the wet snow dealing with my trees made me reminisce about playing in the snow as a young kid. The frequent changes out of wet clothes, each time warming up with a cup of cocoa (hot chocolate was not the term we used) and then venturing back into the snow feeling 'loaded for bear' with our dry socks and britches.
You're not going to believe this, but apparently my kids found humorous the lengthy recounting of my snowstorm experiences yesterday. I sent them my photo 'essay' and narrative descriptions, as I am wont to do. They seemed to feel that I go on perhaps too much. Can you imagine?!? No, I'm sure you can't. :)
A day late, but chainsaw action will commence this morning. Not sure what I'm going to do with all of the branches, but I've got to get the tree off of the street (even if it is mostly in the gutter. I think there's a wood chipper rental in my future. Not sure how I'm going to get it here, as I don't have a trailer or a tow setup. <brain twitch>
Total shrub tree casualties: 4. Injured but potentially recoverable: 3 (so far.) I can't be sure on the rest because there's still so much snow that the weighted down branches obscure everything else. Shaking the thawed-and-refrozen-and-condensed-by-sleet snow off of the branches is no small task, so I'm just waiting on the rest.