Will work for fun
Welcome to this week’s Reno News & Review.
It’s the Friday before the Labor Day weekend. I’ve had a few communications with people who have wished me a restful non-Labor Day, but resting is not my idea of fun.
In fact, I’m looking forward to working my ass off all weekend. I want to do enough things that I’m actually going to have to write a list, but as long as I’m sitting here daydreaming about how I’d rather be working than … working, I’m-a-gonna kill a couple of birds with a single stone.
First, probably tonight, I’m going to eat the first ripe tomato out of my garden. I’ve been eyeing it like my cat eyes the birds outside the window. Last night, it had just a single swoosh of green.
Tomorrow, beginning at dawn or so, I plan to scrape level about a 10 feet circumference circle at the end of my garden. Then I’m going to put weed-cloth down, then sand, then arrange stones into a patio for a chiminea.
Tomorrow evening, I go to the meet and greet at John Ascuaga’s Nugget. I’m a judge for the Rib Cook-off. They feed us a crazy amount of food (all-I- can-eat-ribs at least twice over the weekend).
On Sunday, the traditional judges’ breakfast happens at 10 a.m. If I haven’t eaten myself into a coma, I want to clean the garage afterward. I don’t need to describe much beside the fact that my part of my Christmas decoration from 2009 is still on the floor. The actual rib judging happens at 12:30 p.m., which is followed in the evening by the second all-I-can-eat orgy in the VIP Village. As you can see, rib-judging is arduous labor.
Monday I want to begin cleaning out my utility yard. Right now, it’s surrounded by grapevines, but I’m planning on adding another garden into the space, and maybe, dare I say, a hot tub, if I can figure out how to use the existing solar panels to heat it. Then Tuesday, I can rest at work.
P.S. Due to circumstances beyond my control—laziness—I only finished a third of the stuff I wanted to.