After posting the blog and working on the third sack of chiles, while the AWBs continued to party on the deck, my iPhone struck eleven, and my Fitbit said I only had 5000 steps, a little over 2 miles, not quite 30 active minutes and 0 floors. I had an hour to get all my goals for the day of 10,000 steps, 5 miles (10,500 steps), 30 active minutes and 10 floors. In the absence of tall buildings and parking garages, we use the ramps on the levee to get floors. So we walked out to the river under a 3/4 moon to see if I could meet my goals in less than an hour's time. Up and down the levee ramps, I got the 10 floors and up to 8,000 steps in 30 minutes. Then I headed north to clock in 1,000 steps and turn around at 9,000 steps, which would leave me with 1,500 steps to get back to the house and meet all my goals for the day. At about the 8,750 mark, I walked up on a coyote fest of several coyotes yelping and whooping up a storm. They were making enough noise the cows in the bosque started mooing at them to shut up. Since I carry a super bright flashlight, I shined it on the the pack and the rout dispersed allowing me to make it to my 9,000 step turn around. I got back to the house at 11:45 pm with 10,600 steps, a little over five miles, 10 floors and well over 30 active minutes. We went back to work on the green chiles, and finished up at 1:30 am. We went to bed, and the AWBs continued partying on the deck.
I got up at 8:30 am to face the mess from the persistence of chile. Four of the AWBs where still partying on the deck, so I gathered them up and had them come inside to help me clean up the aftermath of the green chiles. Needless to say, they were quite useless when it came to helping me clean, so I had to get them to go somewhere else so I could finally get the place cleaned up. Besides, a few chile seeds left on Lola, the counter shined.
You can see an animated GIF of how the Average White Boys helped clean up at: https://photoofthedayetc.wordpress.com/2017/09/03/a-persistence-of-green-chile-gloves/
The Average White Boys where still at it when I brought them inside.
But the thought of helping me made them swagger.
Slowly falling over, slipping to the side, and sliding down in the chair.
All four out for the count.
A clean counter with a only a few seeds left on Lola and the chair.