Month: May 2026

Oof. I am tired. I rarely stay up that late, and it’s been two years since I last hit the dance floor. Feeling it today. Legs and abdomen are feeling all of that extra flailing about, whilst I cut a rug! Went climbing early yesterday too, so my shoulders and forearms are a touch on the tired side too. A good time had by all.

Oh! Yes, we determined that the sixth fish, our only yellow gippy was most like eaten by our Plecostomus after it died spontaneously earlier in the week. Mr P is the largest fish in the tank now, so unlike when we first got gish, and some didn’t acclimate to our tank conditions, we no longer get bodies floating, or sunk to the bottom of the tank. Mr P now has all of that covered. I just hope he doesn’t decide to hunt down the rest of the tanks inhabitants.

I did Infact get out to Golf Town yesterday to grab my recently repaired golf club. It feels slightly heavier than I remember, but the length to the club head is still the same, and I opted for the same rigidity, because it felt good with the original stiffness. I did buy a slightly fatter grip so I can hold it a little looser, I’d like to take it to the driving range this month and see if it’s still the best feeling club in my bag. I hope I get years of use out of it, and that I don’t snap the head off again knocking balls around at the range.

It’s oddly cold these last few days. I had to keep the large bonfire at the farm going to add some heat to the big Apple orchard. My wife’s uncle and I carried several logs over to the pit to get the coals reignited. Left it going so they could try s’mores later on that night. I bet it’ll be smouldering when we take the dog for his walk.

I didn’t drink, but being up late still makes my body feel hung over. I don’t miss that! Luckily my no drinking means no hang over, bubble guts, or nausea. That’s a big old win in my book. Fun time at a party and no take home spinning bedroom or ill effects. It’s the tits! I just need to sneak in one extra 8 hours of sleep to overcome the exhaustion  of the dancefloor. No biggie.

In an ideal world you still get paid, but have no customers, no boss interactions, and could have the run of the open vacant space to kill the hours of every single shift. I had fond memories of working in food service throughout college, and university, but those only had down periods, not total emptiness. Clean a little, cook a little, stock the counter a little, and then talk between yourselves for the rest of the shift. Play a little baseball, or soccer, mini sticks, run around like fools. Oh it’d be great. In this scenario there’s no cameras and the bosses run it as a front. So it stays open for years after it should have closed because they need to funnel money through the books. Can’t do that if you shut it down. The best bosses to have in my opinion. Hands off, and uninterested in your day to day. A teenage dream.

Do teenagers still go to hang out in malls anymore? Or are they nostalgia porn for those of us in our forties or late thirties? I love going to a mall to just wander around aimlessly, grabbing food or snacks and looking at stuff I won’t buy. It was a legit pastime back in my youth. Waste hours walking in a temperature controlled environment. Look, eat, go to a movie, chat up girls of the same age range.

I have come to understand that today’s youth don’t dance. That’s a shame. You gotta go cut a rug! It’s so freeing. It’s great for the soul. Good for the heart and waistband too. Oh our teen years weren’t perfect, but they were pretty damn good. Not that I have much of a frame of reference outside of my own lived experience. To me, it was The Tits! I had time, energy, friends in nearby proximity, I liked school, I didn’t completely hate my job, I had a group of friends, and a girlfriend, sports, cards, dancing and parties were a thing most weekends. No major responsibilities. It was a blast. Hours to read or play guitar.

Now that stuff sits empty and abandoned in favour of online shopping through Amazon, Alibaba, Shein and all of those drop shipped outlets. It’s weird. Isolating. Not my jam.

Hey! It’s Saturday today, and now we are in the month of May. Going to go climbing, then pick up my golf club that I had repaired. Maybe go attack some logs with my chainsaws, and get ready for the big party tonight. Yeah-buddy!

It’s amazing just how much the ground can, and will heave to bring up rocks of all shapes and sizes. I went over the one big field beside the workshops for weeks last September, and October, and I pulled out eleven sixteen litre pails of rocks that 8 dumped along the roadway down to the river. And now you’d think the field had never been touched because I can see first sized rocks or larger poking up out of the soil everywhere I look. This is the time when having access to a side by side with a dump bed would really hit the spot, because you could spend hours out there with a pry bar, and some gloves, and pull up a metric fuck tonne of rock. I bet if you took all I pulled last year, and what we’ll get out of the ground this year you could make yourself a mighty fine chimney, or outdoor BBQ from all that rock. All you’d need is the right mortar, and the skill to build it all. Free rocks, right up out of the ground. And next year it’ll be the same all over again I’d wager!

It’s good to keep busy. Once we stop having single digit mornings I will go back to bucking logs, and maybe swinging the axe one or two mornings a week. Possibly more if we move into a lull with work. I know the dog loves to spend more time at the farm exploring, or curling up in the van for a snooze while I work. The point is to stay active, and not go shopping for random shit.

The fruit trees are in, an interesting fact I wasn’t aware of until after I had planted them was that on that very same day fourteen years earlier was when I first planted the Cherry tree, and both Apple trees along the back fence. How very random, and yet poetic. Same day! Fourteen years apart. Now the Cherry is a giant presence in the yard, with the two smaller apples not that far behind. Hopefully the next four will do just as well! One can hope.

Besides picking up rocks out of the fields at the farm I’d like to see some more cleaning up around the pig pen, and outbuildings. I would love to see more of the older rusted equipment sent off to the scrap yard instead of moulding in place like an eyesore. Take all the old wood and burn it or bury it. Return that carbon back to the soil instead of having piles of it all over the property. It’s unsightly.

Lots of rims off of old wheels, bikes, frames, tubing, and angle iron strewn about as well. I’d like to see all that crap loaded up and hauled away. Alas, that’s not up to me, but what I can do is continue to process the logs, and split all of it into firewood. So I need to find my sharp chains, helmet, gloves, chaps, and boots and get to bucking. Then get to splitting a couple of rounds every chance I get. That is something I can accomplish. If no new logs turn up, I could likely have it all done by the end of 2027. There’s a whole lotta wood there, believe you me.

However, picking rocks is something I do in 5-10 minute spurts in the middle of my dog walks. So that’s a quick little fun option too. Great workout for the legs, with all that repeated bending, and lifting. Fun, fun, fun.