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Today was the last dry day for a while (and it was rainy in the morning). So instead of sitting around inside pecking at a keyboard, we have elected to light the firebowl and sit in the garden drinking wine. It’s a Friday thing.

Why, yes – we are using an upturned bucket as a table. Pure class. Have a good weekend!


Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: July 28, 2023, 8:21 pm

Looks like the good life to me!

Comment from ExpressoBold Pureblood
Time: July 28, 2023, 9:31 pm


The firebowl comes with a lid?

Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: July 28, 2023, 9:42 pm

Such a place and good company is what matters. Tables, buckets, barrels, crates or boxes, doesn’t matter so long as they do the work that needs done.

I hope it was wonderful.
Looks spectacularly nice from here. (101F, in the shade, and I’m grilling…)

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: July 28, 2023, 11:06 pm

Wise choice!

Comment from Armybrat
Time: July 28, 2023, 11:31 pm

Nice! We went to the Moose lodge on the beach for dinner. $24 prime rib. But not just any plate of prime rib! Almost 1.5” thick cut! Just about 1.5# per plate. I brought so much home we’ll get a solid 3 more meals for the two of us…maybe even 4. And then to the rooftop bar to enjoy the sea breeze and the sun and another drink. It was lovely!

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: July 29, 2023, 1:40 pm

Our back porch drinks-table says CRAFTSMAN on the side. Javaman’s table-saw died, but we kept the table. I classed it up though, by topping it with a salvaged square of white Corion “marble.”

Those are some handsome wine glasses, Stoaty. Not tippy.

Comment from Clifford Skridlow
Time: July 31, 2023, 7:50 pm

Around the vast hoity toity Skridlow Estate, we use upturned dill pickle buckets from Jason’s Deli as the preferred cocktail perch. I’ve had probably two dozen of them in the garden shed for going on close to ten years now, and they still smell strongly of dill pickles. That’s not a bad thing mind you, just sort of surprising.
And thank you to Deborah, as my table saw has been making some potentially terminal noises lately, and now I know what I shall do with the carcass when the end finally comes . . .

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