Yes, that is supposed to be beer over there. But the yeast, though it's not past its date, doesn't look like it's doing right, so I might have to go get a new batch.
Also made 14 pints of tomato puree, froze a buncha shelled beans, blew out some goose eggs, straightened a lawnmower blade, threw grass clippings on the garden beds, divided some chives and cilantro, cleaned house ... uh huh, and what are you gonna do when you retire?
I also wrote a letter. Over the last few days, in fact, have written several.
Not emails, letters.
As in I leave a trail of snailmailer-slime all the way out to the mailbox, pop in the envelope with little flowers drawn all over it, snap shut the door, and lift the little red flag.
And then stand for a moment at the end of the driveway, waiting for a yellow leaf to cut itself from the tall ash tree, begin circling its wide column of cool air, and drift -- down -- down -- down, to bump me on my smile.
Uh huh, that's what you're gonna do when you retire.