Do not kick snow boulders. It’s dumb.

In other news, J. and I had dinner at the Mexican restaurant, and D. joined us after his weekly Wednesday Hawaiian teriyaki dinner with his dad (at a restaurant we can see from the window of the Mexican place). He then had an “orange colada” with us, and J. had fried ice cream, so it was wonderfully decadent. And it sounds like R. is not only going to make do without the big greenhouse at his nursery, but also he’s finally come around to the idea of banking with a local bank that cares about small business, rather than Wells Fargo, which should help him a lot financially. Whew!