The Queue: Time sensitive

It’s Nozdormu Day, so any wibbly-wobbly should be expected. It’s almost the end of the school year, but that’s impossible. And yet. By the way, Noblegarden is this week? I don’t…?

This is The Queue, our daily column where you ask us questions and we may answer… eventually. Anyone for a mixed drink with a little umbrella?

I’m currently digging up a bunch of my lawn to make a larger garden patch, so this is weirdly timely. I’ve found a bunch of the standard lawn crap — rusty nails, broken glass, bottle caps, junk like that. However, I’ve also been digging up a weird little repository of early-to-mid 90s action figures. I found a whole Black Ranger, but it’s mostly broken off legs and arms I can’t place. Some 7 year old had a lot of fun on my lawn a while back.

It doesn’t top my oddest find ever — a slightly smashed up pool ball, an orange number 13. Still zero clue on that one.

A quiet screened-in porch in the woods with an overstuffed chair and some soft, cuddly blankets, and a lazily spinning ceiling fan. There would be low shelves with lots of plants, a hot cup of coffee and a croissant on plain white plates, on an unpretentious low table you wouldn’t feel shy about putting your feet on.

Unfortunately, this is a trap. Either you will indulge, meaning you will lose several hours, or you will resist and regret it.

The word “cowboy” comes from the Spanish word “vaquero.” We had a word for it, “cowherd” to go along with “shepherd” but when the west was wild and people were working side-by-side, illiterate, didn’t know the language, they found ways to make do and make sense of it. And in that vein, the word “buckaroo” also arose at the same time, in the same circumstance, from the same Spanish word. It’s just that the people in one region muddled through in a very different direction from people in a different region.

I also just adore the word buckaroo.

Notion. Why just make a spreadsheet when you can overdo a spreadsheet?