It's Naked Gardening Day, The Favorite Hobby Of Your Best Or Worst Neighbor
Why though?
Hello and Happy Weekend!
Today is, I guess, Naked Gardening Day, which does not seem like a great idea, even if it were something one was doing in private. There’s a lot of dirt and debris involved. Wood chips … could get dangerous. I would not recommend it. I mean, I guess you could water some plants naked, but that really depends on your whole living situation.
Today is also the Kentucky Derby, which I always use as an excuse to buy fascinators and then never do anything for, because I forget about it and make entirely different plans.
Neither of those things have anything to do with your present today, which you are getting because it is the birthday of one Christopher Cross, the proverbial radio star killed by video. It is the classic web series Yacht Rock, which far too few people have seen, it turns out. Or at least some people I was out with recently. So if you are one of those people, you are WELCOME.
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For all you Wonks that have been to the cabin for Wonkmeets and such you know how isolated we are up here. I have been known to naked garden. Actually, not so much gardening as running around outside naked because I'm too lazy to put on clothing for doing things like watering the window boxes and planters. Feeling the sun all over this old lady body is somehow satisfying. However, it should be noted that when tick, black fly, deer fly, and mosquito season is in full swing I wear four or five layers of clothing that've been absolutely soaked in insect repellent. Which is what happens when you contract Lyme Disease. Now that I know it's Naked Gardening Day even though I have nothing to plant yet, and the fucking disease carrying fucks aren't out I may disrobe and go outside and dance around in the yard. And now that I've left you with that visual I'll say good-day sir.