Roots of my Native Land

So yesterday I go to Ray’s and I walk up to him and I am greeted with,

“F^(K! all the days you decide to show up this week and it’s the one day I wanted to take off”


Heartwarming as always.
I gave him a hand with a couple things for about an hour and left to allow him to rest his ol’ ache joints. On my way home I came to a realization…

“IT’S WEDNESDAY! WEDNESDAY OF MY LAST WEEK IN LEETON! Oh crap…”

So I swung by the Fruit Shack to say bye to my pimp on my way home. Spoke to Michael for about an hour about various topics. Then the realization that he was losing his favorite hoe came to my pimp’s mind. And so, as the dam began to crack, my handler and I had a very emotionally driven, heartfelt and tear filled goodbye which consisted of:

“Well Edward, I gotta get back to work, see ya online and give ya a call next time I’m in California, good luck and safe travels, talk to ya later” (insert hand shake and walk away here)

So I got home and continued my battle on the area in front of “the Swamp”. Then I made dinner. Chicken fajitas! Grilled lemon-pepper coated chicken with a pinch of paprika mixed with tomato, green bell pepper, and onion. Yes ladies… I not only do yard work AND house work… I can cook. And if the fajitas where not quite enough… I mixed up some mojitos to go with them.

I feel my Latino heritage calling me!

On the topic of my heritage… so, those of you at home enjoyed the joyous wonder that are funnel cakes! (oh ya, and the rest of the stuff that goes on at the Strawberry Festival) a few days ago. Well… while you all recover from your strawberry hangovers today… I actually planted strawberries. I did find it slightly self racist how at one point during the planting process… I had the absolute biggest craving for a Romoe’s carne asada burrito with rice, beans, lime, and CILANTRO!!! Oh precious cilantro… how long has it been since I tasted your goodness. Yes, it is possible to get “Coriander” here, but I keep forgetting that is what white people (outside of CA) call it. And so, there was no cilantro on last night’s fajitas, NOR was there any on tonight’s Nachos that I made for dinner. Ryan… when I get home, you, me, Bix, #10, G, and anyone else, are TOTALLY going to Rosa’s Café on the mesa.

All in all… a good couple days if you take away the pain in my shoulder. Actually, if you took the pain in my shoulder away they would be great days.

Just a couple more days of work before I can rest my shoulder and relax it… but then again, I’ll probably hurt it surfing in Sydney.