notes from
the MUCK . . .

How does your garden grow? With muck, muck and more muck! I spent much of today finishing the final muck box and then shifting muck from one box to the next. The first box, which the Big Lad is enthusiastically pointing out, has been rotting down for two years now and once we’d removed the top quarter of unrotted material, we found we’d hit the pay dirt.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Adventures in Racism

Last night, the FedEx man picked up one of our packages which had been assembled from several boxes. It had been taped together haphazardly, and was oddly shaped to match the guitar inside.

The FedEx man told me the packaged had been "Afro-Americanized." I'm sure we all know what he really wanted to say.