Well, the only person to say a word to me about the election results was Mr. D. And I didn't even hole up at home all day. It pleased me that civility rules the day up in this part of Wisconsin.
We're moving a compost pile because snakes are inclined to live in the current location and our neighbor lady is terrified of snakes. Digging out the compost revealed a few interesting things:
1. We have a TON of worms, busily digesting all of our waste and they do great work.
2. We have a LOT of really nice compost. Thanks, worms.
3. Mr. G really loves worms--he made sure they all got transplanted safe and sound to their new compost pile spot.
4. Mr. B really hates to work too hard. He mostly wandered around while his brothers and I put our backs into this project.
5. Someone threw out a kitchen spoon. I'd suspected we were short a couple spoons for a while now, so it was nice to find one in the pile.
6. Those "biodegradable" compost bags? Are. Not. Biodegradable. Not by my definition of the word, anyway.
We also moved the sandbox out of the back yard. Team Testosterone refused to pull out the weeds, so I pulled out the sand and now I have a nice frame filled in with those extra pumpkin seedlings I enthusiastically planted.
Standing in the grocery store the other day with Mr. B I learned that all my "eco-awesomeness" isn't all that effective:
GG: Buddy, what are you hungry for this week? Whatever you want for dinner or lunch, let's grab it.
Mr. B: No, they don't have anything I like to eat here.
GG: What do you mean?
Mr. B: I like gas station food.
GG: Gas station food?
Mr. B: Yeah. The stuff you can buy at gas stations.
GG: Dude! That's like all sugar and chemicals. That's not FOOD.
Mr. B: Well, I can put it in my mouth and chew it, so it IS food.
GG: All right, then I'm feeding you grass for dinner. You can put that in your mouth and chew it.
T-4 days until I leave for Baltimore for the 2012 Screw Iowa Writers Workshop.