Category Archives: doing it wrong

Pumpkin recipe booklet from the High Desert Museum. Or should that be High Dessert Museum? I’m going to give it a workout if my pumpkin patch works out. It’s not looking very promising at the moment.

Last week co-worker and I went to a lunch restaurant that we haven’t been to in a long time. They served a lamb burger that peeled your face off. They took the lamb burger off the menu and we stopped going there.

One of the food carts made a great lamb burger but then it closed.

We randomly checked the old restaurant last week and lamb burger was back on the menu. We phoned and asked specifically about the lamb burger and they said they were serving it.

Then we got there, ordered the burger and drinks and five minutes later the server returned to tell us there were no lamb burgers.

The server was very apologetic. I would say even too apologetic. We’re not the kind of people to fly into a rage about a dumb burger but she apologized a million times and blamed herself, she should have asked the chef, etc.

Meanwhile we ordered something else and got on with our lives. Except she forgot our drinks . The thing is *we* were embarrassed about bringing it up after the excessive burger apologies. We mentioned it to the busboy who then brought us the wrong drinks. And then she came over to tell us the drinks were on her because of the burger mistake and we clarified what we’d actually ordered and then she just brought one. And never came to our table again until it was time to pay.

It was like this minor thing that didn’t have to be a big deal turned into a weird awkwardville exercise. I don’t think we’ll be going back any time soon which means we still haven’t got our lamb burger fix.

Our new public library finally opened and it’s awesome. We visited the second day it was open so it was still crazy but I’m looking forward to spending more time hanging out there.

Photos here.

Ancestor memorial in Grants Pass, Or

On our drive down to Grants Pass we passed an old falling down barn that had painted on it: hauntedbarn.com

I said: I wonder what hauntedbarn.com is.

Bob said: iPhone

I don’t have a phone that can do fancy tricks. I’m chained to the Internet enough already. I don’t want to carry it around with me. I’ve never even played with Bob’s phone.

But I was stuck in the car for a few hours and I wanted to see what hauntedbarn.com was all about.

I did not have an easy time with iPhone. First we’re in the car. Second, you need the world’s tiniest fingers. I kept typing a wrong letter and then I’d try to fix it and type more wrong letters and then I’d try to fix that and next thing you know, iPhone was trying to pull up: haymtd.com

“I can’t believe people like this,” I said as I tapped on that stupid phone.

I got mad and gave up but then I wanted to know what hauntedbarn.com was so I tried some more. I was not going to be defeated by an iPhone.

I finally pulled it up and it was a domain for sale. Damn you hauntedbarn.com

Look how this dipwit parked in front my house. No, this person was not visiting me.

I think my annoyance was out of proportion with the seriousness of the crime. It’s not like I couldn’t pull into my driveway.

But there was tons and tons of curb space available that did not partially block my driveway and the car was there for several hours. It had a big laminated sign taped to the driver’s side door that was one of those long affirmations about success and confidence that suggest to me, the driver was probably unstable.

I was irritated enough that I thought about knocking on neighbors’ doors to ask if that was their visitor and could they please move to a better spot. But then *I* would be that crazy neighbor having a snit fit when the car wasn’t hurting anyone and I’d look like an ass to the neighbor and the guest and even if they moved the car it wouldn’t be satisfying.

Then I thought about writing a note but I didn’t want to end up on passiveaggressivenotes.com. But then I thought I could take a photo and turn myself in to passiveagressivenotes.com because *that* would be satisfying.

While I was exercising I was trying to compose the perfect note with just the right mix of batshit insanity and goofy grammar. Could I work in an unnecessary apostrophe s? What color Sharpie would best get my point across?

Sadly, the car was gone before I could come up with something good.

Orange juice, mango, garden-fresh raspberries, frozen strawberries and blueberries.

Mountain of blueberry buttermilk pancakes, sausages.

Try to guess which was mine.

I’ve been busting ass all weekend so today was going to be my lazy day. Except I’ve suddenly gone mad about my hedge in the backyard with the berry vines growing in it. I’ve got jeans and long sleeves on and I’m going to get the hedge hog and go crazy on it before it gets too hot.

Happy 4th of July!