September 12th, 2011


I don't even like the word 'tarp' anymore

When M. came home from Pennsic with the bum hoof, I knew a fair amount of the post-Pennsic cleanup would fall to me. And after an initial flurry, there ended up being a couple tasks I was putting off as long as I could because, man, I didn't want to deal with them, at all. But with the party* coming up this Friday, Saturday, I knew the jig was up, and I had to do something about it.

And let me tell you, if I didn't want to go camping before, which I didn't, then cleaning a tarp and hanging it to dry on a makeshift clothesline would have definitely turned me off the whole process. The shepherd's crook I bought was not up to the task of carry the weight without bending. And it turns out I never learned to tie a convincing knot, so, jury-rigging a rope-and-rake system to hold the line was an exciting adventure in ugh.

But, job be half-done. Now to the rest of the engulfing weekend chores list.

* - If you didn't get an invite, and you want to swing by, by all means! Just drop me a note for details.