They toil not, neither do they Spinners

brooksmoses and I went up to Lowell yesterday to watch the Spinners play Williamsport. We got frightfully lost on the way there, but got in in time for the game and all.

( Minor League Report. Ish. )

After that we went to dinner at Bertucci's, where I haven't been since I had lunch with healwlove. And thus I no longer have a strange, plaintive feta craving, and I repel vampires at twenty paces.

And he found my clippers, too.

Conversation with oneironaut:

I say "Brooks is engaging in ferocious bogganage."
Tesla says "Is he washing your cabinets again?"
I say "No, he's weeded the entire front dirt."
Tesla says "Oh dear."
I say "Including trimming the Uglies into a nice hedge."
Tesla says "Uglies?"
I say "The weeds that I hate the most. They're unsightly, exude something that's faintly irritating to my hands, spread almost as enthusiastically as kudzu, and WILL NOT DIE."
Tesla says "And he trimmed them into a hedge. Such a boggan kinain."
I say "Yup."