picture a smell...

this picture has nothing to do with the post below...i just love this picture. some pictures just sum it up perfectly. oh keith.

if i could photograph a smell, i would have had one hell of a picture for you today....seriously.
cam and i met-up today at blair's ambleside brewing company to take down the hanging sign that we had installed a couple of weeks ago and re-mount the sign above the door as the wood it was attached to was a little rotten and the last thing we wanted was for it to fall and take off someone's head...a thank-you to corie - though he didn't know he was helping out today - for supplying us with a hammer drill today to make sure the wood was held up on the concrete securely by way of tapcon screws....and making a hole with a hammer drill is much easier and better than using a regular drill...thanks corie. i also remembered the last time i borrowed it the handle went missing - though i don't remember seeing it so now the hunt is on for a new handle...no sweat...
oh, the smell...
while we were there cam noticed that the planter, that sits next to the door of the shop, was like a little min-swamp and you could literally push the soil up and down it was so full of water and crap...so cam decided the let the pressure off the poor planter by drilling a hole in the side of the planter...and there is was...the smell. a smell so rancid and puke-enducing...it was unbelievable. the water that spewed out of the hole was this sickly brown color and the smell hit you like a sledgehammer. the whole area smelled like a shitwagon. and we had to keep working on the signs...and then after we had finished and i was driving down the upper levels back to the shop i must have gotten some of the water on my shoes because the smell went with me all the way to the shop and then onto ethical bean and then to the west end and didn't leave me until i had finished cutting lisa's lawn in the west end....
nice.
and so it was today...a little sign fixing, some lawn cutting, some espresso machine delivering and broken bike delivery...
oh..and i'd be remiss if i didn't mention right here and right now...a huge 'i'm so fucking sorry' to my new pal donna murray who i kinda fucked over today as i was suppose to meet her here today so that she could raid my garden and take the bounty back to her place in richmond...and i wasn't here when she came by...i totally zoned and remembered when it was too late...so donna...i'm sorry...i'm usually much better than that...

ok. now the mighty wings are down to the surprises of the year coyotes...oh well...it's that fucker bertuzzi's fault...so be it.

g. xo