An anti-globalization activist protests in front of the World Bank headquarters in Washington during the International Monetary Fund-World Bank spring meeting, April 12th 2008.
There was quite a crowd at the usual Saturday evening dinner table yesterday. Alan, Gloria, Tom, Mom, DD, Tracey, Ben and I all gathered around one of the big round tables at the #CrackerBarrel in Morton.
We got another of those waitresses in training I so love to cuss about. I ordered a house salad along with my meal and when she delivered it there was a soup spoon on the plate.
I didn’t say anything to the girl but sincerely wondered how I got a soup spoon with a salad plate? I didn’t say anything though because it was harmless —— more utensils are better than not enough? We all joked about the salad spoon though. That was a first.
Ben, Tom and Gloria separated from us when we went to Mom’s trailer to yak for a couple hours.
MjL 13 Apr 2008, 5:00 a.m.
I had hoped the weather would cooperate this weekend so I could get the mower out and get it ready to go. I think I cleaned it up pretty well last year before I put it away but that was so long ago (last year!) that I don’t really remember.
I really hate it when I leave it to the last minute and NEED to mow and then find out there is work to be done on the thing before I can mow. A part of me is looking forward to that first couple times around the place with the smell of fresh cut grass and the chance to be out in the sun and breeze.
Another part of me remembers how it feels to get “mower back” from jouncing about on that thing.
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