.sometimes, when I plant, I think about the internet.

Left: Jake the camp supervisor at prework. Below:Peterborough native and dear friend Rachel, working in a terrible patch of devil's club. Above: Happy female highballer,
Lindsey.













Rick already got grilled for not blogging. You also need to blog too. This week off is basically the only time I can "surf" the web, the rest of the summer is slotted into once weekly, 15 minute increments in which I slam a few words into my blog, check my email, and maybe get to see two blogs before my hung over fellow planters start to growl at me.
But, oh, not this week. This week I'm on msn every twenty minutes, and the only thing growling at me is Maggie, the little ball of fur. And she wants a cookie, not the net.
The internet, as usual, has nothing happening on it, so make me happy and blog and post photos and keep me in touch with your day to day boring happenings.
Today I'm going to cruise in the truck and read High Fidelity by Nick Hornby. So there. Why don't you blog about it?