Write about: the selection.
Apparently the temperatures today peaked at 35 degrees. It still feels like 30 right now (apparently it's 23... but feels like 28, so I'm not far off).
I weeded around our squash, potatoes, and zucchini this morning, as well as pruned and tied some tomato plants. Kat went out after dinner and continued on with our attempts to salvage our carrots. Max, for the third evening in a row, tried to eat as many raspberries off the canes as he could get his hands on.
Ripe, unripe, who cares? Just get in my belly.
At least Kat's dad has been around to convince him to leave the garden to go play by their house until one of us comes to collect him.
I'm ridiculously behind on comments once again. I should do something about that.
The candidates are not perfectly equal, but they might as well be. One's weakness is the other's strength and, inevitably, vice versa. The first has youth and exuberance, the second age and experience.
It hardly seems fair to choose one over the other, regardless of how I do it. I'd hire both but the men who control the purse strings have made it very clear that there is only enough money available for one.
Maybe they should pick the winner then.
No, that's my job. This is my job. If I hand over the decision to them I might as well request my walking papers at the same time.
So. Who to choose? Either one will be an excellent fit with the company, so there's no losing here. Not for us, anyway. Just for the one I don't hire.
I can feel the ulcer forming in my stomach already. I need to get this over with. Oh well, here it goes.
Eeny, meeny, miny...