I'm meeting some new friends today for beach volleyball and I'm dreading the experience. Mostly because I talked up some pretty good stories about my skills. Most of which were practiced over 15 years ago.
So here I am, about to get exposed. Which makes me want to escape and do something else. I'll plant lavender! Yes, it's a far cry from getting covered in sand diving to recover a spiked ball. I completely dug up the front portion of the yard - cutting out rose bushes and raking up the decorative rocks that surrounded them. Back breaking work for those that have tried to remove their rose bushes. So now the yard looks like No Man's Land. I'm obsessed with filling the desolate space with lavender. From what I've seen on You Tube, lavender is easy to grow and doesn't require a lot of care. The roses never had a chance with me as their caretaker.
I started this blog with the intent to help men put together a nice meal for their family. I don't have any good culinary advice today as I am still enjoying the leftovers from my mother in law's cooking spree last week. So, go ahead - invite your mother in law over and let her take over the cooking while I continue to enjoy my delicious meals.
Keep it Clean,
Papa Pooey
POST NOTE: 6 hours later: I played three games of beach volleyball and held my own. My shoulder is killing me but I played hard and the crew invited back to take on challengers next week. I was so energized that on my return, I removed the lavender we had in the back yard and planted that in the front yard. I ran out of plants but I'll get more as soon as I can. There wasn't enough sunlight in the day today!
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