It was too windy to burn today, so I bagged leaves. Each fall, my yard gets more leaves than a forest.
My cousin Anthony sent me some more hot sauce a few weeks ago. This is the absolute hottest sauce yet. You know how when you eat ice cream and you get a brain freeze? The Skeletor sauce does something like that, except it’s more like a brain burn.
Yeah, that’s what I’m cooking.
This was a very productive day. Looks like I’m going to get everything on my daily task list done today.
The White Sox and Athletics are playing. This is a deciding game for the ALDS. The Astros are already there. So are the Rays and Yankees.
The Braves are settled in the NLDS, but the rest of the National League is undecided.
Might turn on Thursday Night Football when the White Sox and Athletics are done.
UPDATE: The Chevelle is from Fred.
I still don’t know who sent the DeLorean, which I got back in July.
So, again I get a mysterious box in the mail. This time it’s a 1969 Chevy Chevelle SS. I’m not sure who it’s from. The senders name and address is on the box. But I don’t recognize the name and it’s a Webster New York address, and I’m guessing this is just where the car was ordered from.
The Chevelle is pretty cool and it’s a bit heavier than my other cars. It also feels stronger. I was planning to get a 69 Chevelle at some point. Now I won’t have to. If it was you who sent it, thank you.
Yesterday, we had a birthday party for my great nephew Ezra, at my mom and dad’s house. This was my gift to him. He really has developed a love for tractors since I introduced him to John Deere last Christmas. Several of his toys are tractors. He even has one of those battery powered tractors that he rides around my mom and dad’s yard. The battery powered tractor has a trailer and he could help with the yardwork. I figure, you learn tractors and how to operate them, there’s a lot you can do.
I’m celebrating completing my patio with Samuel Adams’s Summer Ale. It’s good stuff, yo.