I am ready for future visits to Camp Nature Boy in Iowa. Der Bingle sent me a titanium spork – a real one, not the rip-offs fast food places use.

Here’s the original picture:

And here it is flipped so you can actually read the words:

If I am ever photographed as a medical subject or protected witness, I want the black rectangle on the eyes to be replaced with this:

But first I have to learn how to use it:

Oh, one of the tines has a serrated edge to be used for cutting. Nifty, n’est-ce pas?

Whoa! I just emailed someone that it is 57 outside, but re-checking, I see that it is 55.  Of course, it is just eight in the morning.  And, of course, the grass still needs mowing AGAIN. However, I am happy for this respite and anticipating being hugged by the coolness when I go out to walk.

Yes, I know, come winter I’ll be longing for the warmth of 55.