This was a busy week of lumbering, living solo, and taking care of two fart-scented bulldogs while Wifey was off doing what she does while working in Baltimore most of the week.
What does that mean? Not much, other than an hour or so in the early evening, was spent cursing football’s international break, slacking, and goofing off rather than cooking Wifey one of my meatless white trash specialties.
Along with that, I once again managed to get my 25 miles in over just 4 days, so now I have the rest of the weekend to spend my free time welcoming the Premiere League and football’s top European leagues back from the international break like a prostitute waiting for the ships to come in, only with fewer STDs and way more beer.
I took very few photos this week, and my best was actually taken post-hike while I was trimming the front walks.
I was putzing, trimming the grass, and clipping some rose bushes when I saw a tiny, and I mean tiny, little tree frog sitting on the banister of the front porch.
I made my way inside, grabbed a camera and a macro extension tube, and headed back out to snap some pics. I took a few, and then the frog leaped from the porch and onto a dying hosta plant leaf; the plant barely budged when the frog hit it and stuck like glue. It was pretty sweet!
Oh well, only a few days remain before I celebrate one year out of The Bed of Torment and the day I traded my soiled chamois for hiking shoes and time spent lumbering in the woods. It’s been great, and I can’t wait to keep going!
Later.