We had a good weekend, IMHO.
We spent a lot of time just being hobbyists, which is nice. I got to take a lot of pictures with the DSLR I showed you on Friday, and then I did some Photoshop’ing with other pictures I didn’t take myself, and then I did some writing yesterday. (Ugh. That didn’t go as well as I’d hoped, frankly.)
My loving spouse, however, spent her weekend with her fingers in soil, which is a passion for her. She got her pots all filled with dirt, got her flowers planted, and threw in some accent plants too. Then she found out she’d overestimated how much dirt she’d need (and I was right after all, though she’d eat a pile of that dirt before she admits it), so we have some to take back to the store. But before we do that, we’re going to pick up one more planter pot and do it up right to make things just so. When it’s all said and done, it’s going to be a lovely flower spot.
And one full of wasps and yellow jackets, probably.
See, my hobbies are expensive. By comparison, hers is dirt cheap…pun intended. But mine doesn’t draw pests, and hers? Well, hers is going to attract a lot of insects,which will then draw the spiders,which will then get all fat and juicy out there, which will then lead to them getting in the house…see where this is going?
Still, fair is fair, and she deserves to have a garden place as much as I deserve to have a camera, expensive software, and a grill. Yeah, we picked up a cheap one over the weekend for the season. I like ’em cheap, honestly. I wanted to go big, but while we live in an apartment and don’t have a lot of space, that’s just not practical. I wanted to go with a gas unit too, but I simply couldn’t decide when a guy at the hardware store reminded me the flavor of the grill comes largely from the smoke and high, dry heat. You can’t get as much of that from a gas grill unless you convert it to natural gas, which of course is expensive and much harder to find. So.
I barbecued yesterday for the first time in a long, long while. I think I might have done one or two things last year on the tiny li’l Smoky Joe we bought, but it wouldn’t even hold enough charcoal to get hot enough to cook things well. So this one’s a full 22.5-inch kettle-style cooker. I can smoke with it if I’d like, I can set up multiple zoned fires, I can do a lot of things. But I have to remember to lubricate the cooking surface before I put the meat down, which I didn’t do yesterday. Huzzah, huzzah, the grate’s a frickin’ mess.
But we had delicious burgers, and because I didn’t eat lunch, I had enough room in my food budget for a couple of hot dogs too. Happy day, I tossed those on the fire before it extinguished and you know what? Yum, baby, yum. I forgot how good hot dogs grilled over fire are. One of Reichland‘s rules: If it tastes good boiled or fried, odds are it will be as good or better on the grill. (Reichland is a grillmaster unparalleled, and he’s the mentor I follow on BBQ stuff.)
So, then I sat down and tried — again — to write out my plot summary for the new story I’m developing as a short piece for Amazon publication. It’s a Sci-Fi bit called Stillness, and over the last several days I ended up wandering far afield of my original idea. But when I circled back and bounced it off my wife a few times, I kept coming up short. I couldn’t get the thing to fly. Frustrated and more than a little discouraged, I ultimately decided to toss my original idea out to my love and see what she thought. And you know what? She liked it better. Sometimes the initial thought is the best one after all.
So I have a few bones to work with, but it feels like I ran a giant, meandering circle to end up right back where I started. Ah, well. That’s why I outline.
So anyway, I’ll have some pictures to show you of my wife’s handiwork soon. Until then let me know: how was your weekend?