I really need to stop drinking the diet sodas. Someday. Soon.

Into the building and into the ground. The latter is the next step in the build out of a new gas station – that’s an underground fuel tank.

Not envious of anything. Okay, maybe cooler weather.

Since selling our pickup truck last year, I’ve been on an intermittent search for a little utility trailer because, sometimes, you need to haul stuff that’s not appropriate for the inside of the wagon.

My requirements were simple – 5 x 8, reasonably robust and cheap. Like many things, I was finding I could have two of the those three.

This weekend, though, I scored – it’s well used, but solid and was right at my preferred price point.

Now, what to haul around?

Karo syrup does many wonderful things – it makes for great pecan pies and stops our beloved Duncan’s semi-regular shakes when his body forgets how to process insulin. A little dab calms him right down.

Alternatively: Together, Alone (which is a fabulous record by Crowded House).

Like the swallows returning to Capistrano, when the porta potties appear in our parking lot, the first home game of the season must be near.