Friday was a comp day off from July 4, so I mostly slagged off. After my evening walk with Hawken, our Irish Wolfhound, however, I found the winds calm, so it presented an opportunity to burn my remaining brush piles.

The last time I burned, I only got a fraction done because the main pile I’d built last summer, fall, and winter was too large to set off safely… nobody wants to be that guy we hear in the scanner all the time in fire department dispatches who let his controlled burn get out of control.


So I lit up the smaller of the two and moved brush from the bigger pile onto it until the bigger pile was small enough, then set it ablaze. In the middle if this, the next door neighbors, either coincidentally or following my example, built and burned a big brush pile as well. So we we had three fairly impressive fires going at ones. It was fun.
Coworker Jeff Cali and I participated in a cornhole tournament Saturday. Despite the typical Oklahoma summer heat, we had an amazing amount of fun, and were able to finish sixth in the field of 24 teams.


Apparently I’m a 13 year old boy, since I’m giggling at the fact that the “cornhole tournament” had a “double elimination” round.
It was indeed fun. Hot, but fun.
Oh, wow! I had to Google to find out what you might mean by “cornhole”. I’d never heard it used this way before. Maybe I need to get out more.
But I’m happy you enjoyed it.