Anyone who has been keeping even the slightest track of my weekends knows that a lot of my Saturdays are spent fixing crap at my friend Greg’s house. And then, after that, I fleece dinner out of him. Today I was up his tower, cutting off old guy wires we’d left up and taping the cables that go to the antenna. The last thing we need to do is to put connectors on one final cable, but Greg’s so lazy that he couldn’t find a wrench and a hacksaw. Heck, it’s his antenna. Another day, perhaps.

Instead of going to the normal restaurant in St. Helens (where I keep getting carded) we went to a place on the Multnomah Channel where the menu was limited and there’s no air conditioning! We sat outside at the only table available for anyone with a kid. Guess who got to sit in the direct sun? I really don’t like eating outside because it’s usually too windy, bug-infested, and bright. The heat kind of put me off my feed, but I had an odd Brazilian ham/overcooked beef/sausage and bean thing . I suppose it was OK, but surely not up to the food at the Klondike. Eh, it was a free dinner, and with friends.