Forecast is for the beginning of a hot spell (well, hot for the Northwoods) so took Whip for a short walk early and afterward spent a chunk of time out on the shady side of the deck. Whip decided she preferred taking a nap in the house rather than on the deck or grass so we'd just gone inside when she started to bark. Lamperts truck was delivering the materials for the new building. Was fascinated w/ the neat system they had for doing the heavy lifting. The delivery guy checked in w/ me and asked what I was building. Told him it was basically a shed but there would be windows on the south side so I could overwinter plants. "A she-shed." he replied. I gave him a stern look "Don't call it that." I said. He laughed. I was in a benevolent mood so didn't go on to explain it's name will be 'Sleipnir' after Norse god Odin's eight-legged horse since it would be storing the lawn mower and future gator which both have a lot of 'horse-power'. It all makes perfect sense to me and has the added benefit of reminding me the name of that horse which I never seem to remember. However if my family, who have had to live w/ me for over 60 years, still roll their eyes whenever I get going on the subject of mythology, I didn't think I should burden a nice stranger w/ the whole saga.
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