What a bloody lovely day
Having bought all that gardening stuff last week, what was the obvious thing to do at the weekend? Yup - go out and buy some more. So off we went to Lowes for some azaleas, a white rhododendron and a ton of topsoil. Then, as I am not allowed to play in the dirt, we cracked the whip over poor Sam to get him to cart a ton of complost from the compost heap to go with the ton of topsoil.
Meanwhile I put on a mask and gloves and spread lime all over the place to get our acid soil into neutral territory with a bit of luck. So our lawn looks like a cocaine truck has had a nasty accident on it.
Tomorrow is my last day with the help of a sub at school - Chris has done a brilliant job and I've only got to keep these guys gainfully engaged for the next 3 or 4 weeks: the seniors will be checking out earlier than that. The robotics class are working on a robot of their choosing (we have a selection of robots that throw empty soda cans, fire rubber bands, play loud music and whatever the other one is). The programming class are finding out that good old Minesweeper isn't as simple a game as they thought and some of the solutions in the works are let's just say "interesting". That's no bad thing - I still recall the worst program I ever wrote early on in my career and make use of the lessons I learned from it repeatedly.
And now I am knackered and delighted to say I am not cooking dinner.
Meanwhile I put on a mask and gloves and spread lime all over the place to get our acid soil into neutral territory with a bit of luck. So our lawn looks like a cocaine truck has had a nasty accident on it.
Tomorrow is my last day with the help of a sub at school - Chris has done a brilliant job and I've only got to keep these guys gainfully engaged for the next 3 or 4 weeks: the seniors will be checking out earlier than that. The robotics class are working on a robot of their choosing (we have a selection of robots that throw empty soda cans, fire rubber bands, play loud music and whatever the other one is). The programming class are finding out that good old Minesweeper isn't as simple a game as they thought and some of the solutions in the works are let's just say "interesting". That's no bad thing - I still recall the worst program I ever wrote early on in my career and make use of the lessons I learned from it repeatedly.
And now I am knackered and delighted to say I am not cooking dinner.
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