The NFL former players are not getting a big payout for the hits they took…
And here’s the documentary Jeff and I watched, shaking our heads almost the whole time. Tragic, and so stupid! The flower of American young men broken and discarded like trash….
Cooked up a standing rib roast for Jeff, Rob, Tom and Peggy last night; the taters were an extremely well received new red-skinned potatoes, quartered and dredged in salt, rosemary and garlic and roasted and I also made steamed carrots and the usual corn and peas. Peggy brought HOME MADE PUNKIN PIE X 2 may she be worshipped and adored forever and ever, AND whipped cream, and whipped the cream TOO. OM NOM NOMMITY. Rob brought a blueberry pie, which I am, like an evil, evil crathur, contemplating for brekkie.
Reviewed the birds’ eye maple which will be used in Tom’s custom guitar (it’s a good thing, and will be a pretty thing). Once the guitar is made he will be playing a lot more.
Job interview went well. I am now hoping my former boss will get back to me via LinkedIn with his phone number so I can get a proper reference.