21st June 2019
We were back in Saugatuck for another day at the book store. It was hot and sunny, two of the worse things that can happen to Kelli whilst working inside.
I went to the coffee place and stood behind an old guy who wanted an orange juice.
“Unfortunately we’ve run out” said the girl behind the counter. This was met with a groan of disappointment, “but we can make some more if you want to wait a while”
The guy looked surprised, “ What do you mean? I don’t get it”. The girl repeated her answer.
“What, you’ll go and get another bottle?” he didn’t grasp the concept of taking a real orange and squeezing it. I was standing there ready to step forward and draw him a diagram.
Eventually he agreed, ordered the juice then sat down at a table to wait. I got my coffee and settled down to write my blog. When he received his juice, he stared at the contents as if he had asked for a turd in a glass. “It’s got stuff in it” he muttered to his companion “ It’s not what I’m used too”
I did refrain from repeating my episode with the weeds and shouting “ That’s what bloody real orange juice is like”
After our wedding we had an agreement that every time we heard “America” by Simon and Garfunkel (our outro song) we would stop what we we doing, and wherever we were, come together and dance. Most of the time we would’ve been at home, but today it played whilst we were in the store. I was just about to grab Kelli and swirl her around the floor when a damn customer interrupted us wanting to pay for a book, damn him. We managed to get in a couple of sways as the song died away.
After my “issue” with the lawn, and doing more research last night, I decided to make a rough measurement of both lawns so I could calculate the amount of fertiliser I needed.
I concluded that I would need two sacks for the front and three for the back. Considering how large the bags were, I could imaging the lawns would crunch underfoot.
Another Lifetime to go 