Well, not Curtis James Jackson III, and not really 50 cents.
My day off began pretty relaxed. In fact, I did not even set my alarm clock and slept in until 7 AM. My birds were not thrilled about this and expressed thier discontent. I obediently catered to giving them fresh water and food.
A hot cup of coffee and an epic breakfast was really appreciated after doing my chores.
I moved on to “straightening” the garage. Yeah right. I did that and threw a few balls at a bat for a youngster.
Pretty chill. Laid Back.
I talked to our neighbor, Ozzy, who we affectionately call, “Brown Dog”. He is pretty scary when he barks, but we get along well.
With a full belly and a beautiful day, me and a resident expert proceeded to discuss the finer points of Minecraft while hanging out in the backyard.
Anyway, I hear my Beloved’s car pull up as she had been shopping.
She hopped out of the car. “Benjamin, mulch is 55 cents a bag at Wal-Mart right now. You should pick some up.”
I knew this would change everything, but I was ok with it.
I have been told I am a beast when I get working.
Now, when I got to Wal-Mart, I met the world renowned blogger, Herb Thiel. He told me his wife had sent him and he bought 30 bags.
Not to be outdone, I purchased 40. I didn’t ask Herb Thiel if he got a senior discount.
Now, a pile of mulch doesn’t do a lot of good sitting there so we got to work. I found some perfectly good rocks and dug my shovel in.
When I get working, I don’t have a lot of quit in me. I set my focus on the task and do it until it’s done. It started raining. I sang while I shoveled until lighting came from On High.
Then I just shoveled.
Several hours passed and this is what it ended up looking like.
I sat and admired our work. We made good time. I was a little tired.
55 Cents. Curtis Jackson, you have big shoes to fill today.