Dinner last night was a giant pretzel and a glass of beer at the Biergarten in Olbrich Park. It probably wasn’t the healthiest dinner I’ve ever eaten, but it was one of the most enjoyable. I shared the pretzel with My Darling B. They weren’t kidding when they used the word “giant.” I felt stuffed after doing my best to finish off my half. It was the opening day at the Biergarten and there were maybe a dozen customers at the various tables, with about a half-dozen staffed. I think they were expecting more people for their opening day.
Dinner tonight was leftover mac & cheese and a few slices of Italian sausage. I think I’d better switch to salads for the rest of the week.
Demolition of the office building we used to work in has been going on for about two weeks now. I’ve been watching it from my window. At first, there wasn’t a lot to see, but about a week ago they knocked holes in the walls on the fourth and fifth floors, and all this week I’ve been watching a couple of pint-sized bulldozers push cubicle walls and metal shelves and every kind of office appliance out the holes into a big pile at the base of the building, where an excavator scoops the mess up and loads it into trucks. Today they were pushing chairs and couches and heaps of ceiling tiles out through the holes. By the time they’re finished gutting it, there’ll be nothing left but bare concrete.
This Is Drivel 