Mr. Floppy's punching bag came in today for a snack. I call this burro JR (short for Jack Rockwell - after a friend from Brooklyn). This poor guy keeps getting kicked in the same spot on his neck...you would think that he would learn to avoid the business end of his nemesis. I think he knows who his real friend is now - he just figured out it is OK for me to hand feed him today.
I put off a dreaded chore for as long as I could - just had to get started setting the foundation blocks for the north side of the containers. The west side was a breeze but the east side involved a lot of rock chopping. I forgot how much "fun" it really wasn't. 90,98,68,0,B
