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Sunday, June 28, 2009
Lazy Summer Afternoon
So, yesterday evening, sun shining, warm, a few hours of yard work done -- mostly bush and tree-trimming -- and we cranked up the grill and barbecued some chicken and whatnot. The wind was blowing, the dogs fed and walked and frisky.
Lot worse ways to spend a late afternoon in June ...
Wow. Nice grill. How do you like it? That's on my short list of items to get here in Chi-town. Being here without a grill is like living in Texas without a shotgun rack in your truck. There might even be a policy.
Love the extended patio. You need a winding flagstone walkway to the hot tub. :P
Grill is a small gas-Weber -- replacing our old Weber, which gave us about ten years. For years, we we charcoal purists, but once the grill gets seasoned and if you add a little can of wood chips, I can't tell the difference, and it is ever so much easier -- turn the knob, flame on, turn it off, it stops cooking.
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Much nicer than the way I spent my afternoon, recovering from that procedure I mentioned a few weeks back.
But, you did have nicer weather than we are having... 100+, no rain, no breeze.
Wow. Nice grill. How do you like it? That's on my short list of items to get here in Chi-town. Being here without a grill is like living in Texas without a shotgun rack in your truck. There might even be a policy.
Love the extended patio. You need a winding flagstone walkway to the hot tub. :P
Sorry, Brad. I hope you heal well and quickly.
Grill is a small gas-Weber -- replacing our old Weber, which gave us about ten years. For years, we we charcoal purists, but once the grill gets seasoned and if you add a little can of wood chips, I can't tell the difference, and it is ever so much easier -- turn the knob, flame on, turn it off, it stops cooking.
Damn...
I"m envious. I spent the day hanging wallboard in a friend's garage...
Lyla! Jude! Stop that this instant!
Suddenly I'm having flashbacks of Layla jumping on and off my lap on your couch, about 5011 times.
Brad, what the hell happened to you? I'm the only one allowed to be cripple around here and bitch about it!
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