Yesterday afternoon I decided that I would head outdoors and give my barbeque a good cleaning. It needed it. There has been a lot of grease and barbeque sauce dripped over all of the elements over the course of the last few months. It was time to scrape and hose all that crap off. So I dismantled all the removable parts, grabbed a scraper and the hose, and got down to business. Max was no help at all. He was sitting in the far corner of the backyard, the same place he always retreats to when I grab the hose. Unless he’s drinking it, that guy just does not like water.
After cleaning the barbeque I started wondering how much propane I have left in the tank. I know I replaced it at the end of June, but we’ve barbequed a lot during the last month. Oh well, figuring a guy can never have too much propane on hand, I decided I’d whip over to the hardware store and grab another tank. Plus, we’ll be hosting a birthday party on Saturday and the last thing I want is to run out of propane with a bunch of meat half-cooked.
After the barbeque was cleaned I thought I’d run the hose over to the flower bed and give the plants a good soaking. Talk about an endless job. I’ve been watering those things every two days. C’mon Mother Nature, a little help would be nice!
After cleaning and watering, I finally rolled the hose back onto it’s holder and no one was happier about that than Max.
Now we could play fetch, which we did for the next 20 minutes.