May 26, 2006

Well-Earned Lazy Friday Afternoon Posting

How sweet is this? I got the entire yard mown, raked and trimmed just in time for the first line of this afternoon's thunderstorms to roll through. This was a full monty mowing too, which means that in addition to the yard itself, I also dealt with the ditch out by the road and the clearing behind the back fence. All told, a really thorough job of it takes about four hours.

But, as I say, I'm done. And just in time for the rain. So I'm going to put my hooves up with a tall glass of iced coffee and a bowl of popcorn and read my new copy of Simon Winchester's Outposts, about his travels to the far-flung remains of the British Empire. (I'll probably write a review later.)

In the meantime, let me leave you with a question that came up at dinner recently: I made the observation that I thought Clint Black's cover of "Desperado" had some inherent Brokeback issues to it. For example, when the singer sings "you better let somebody love you," presumably this is not just disinterested advice, but more of an invitation. Our guest, an old friend, told me I was talking nonsense. What do you think?

Posted by Robert at May 26, 2006 01:05 PM | TrackBack

you better let somebody love you sounds like an invitation to a game of butt darts too me.

and nope, I'm not interested, but thanks for asking.

Posted by: phin at May 26, 2006 01:19 PM

Iced coffee? You're not from the South, are you?

Posted by: Any A. Mouse at May 26, 2006 03:18 PM

Iced coffee is the nectar of the Gods on a warm day. Trust me on this.

Posted by: Robbo the LB at May 26, 2006 03:21 PM

I'm from the South and never heard of it. You got a recipe, or is it as simple as it sounds?

Posted by: Any A. Mouse at May 26, 2006 03:31 PM

I read The Map That Changed The World by Winchester and liked it a lot.

Iced coffee -- coffee with cream, poured over ice. Some black coffee fascists drink it without the cream. A real treat.

Posted by: The Colossus at May 26, 2006 06:18 PM

Being a heterosexual cowboy, the line 'you better let somebody love you' always sounded like advice form another older cowboy.

But that was before the 'Brokeback' sheep herders, I refuse to call them cowboys, came along. Now if Glen Frey was singing about shepherds, I could understand the confusion on your part.

Robbo, I wish I knew how to quit you.

Posted by: The Yolo Cowboy at May 27, 2006 12:33 AM

Iced coffee; that's like crack in an aerosol form. There are addicts and then there are addicts.

And I thought mint julips were the drink of choice on a hot day in the South. Or RC Cola and moonpies.

Posted by: Scuba at May 27, 2006 10:21 PM

I prefer sweet tea myself (iced of course, *snort*). Iced coffee wahl ....

You guys have me hooked now, waiting for the Chai-rista, I have discovered that I enjoy reading y'alls posts too.

xxoo Have a great day!

Posted by: keysunset at May 28, 2006 07:18 AM