You know what I need to do? Cut the grass. It's been something like three weeks or more. The first couple were fine, because it was so dry, but then last week we had several good showers and with the fertilizer I'd put down a month ago, the whole place came roaring back to life and so now the front yard looks more like the deep rough than the fairway. Aside from the peculiar alternating stripes of two different colors of green.
Derndest thing I've ever seen. I was careful when I used the fertilizer spreader, and made sure to not skip anything. But now there are strips that are deep green Bermuda, with equally wide strips of lighter green wide-bladed something-or-other. That's gonna look weird after it's cut, I fear.
Eh. Whatever.
It might be easier to get excited about yardwork except I seem preternaturally tired this week. I don't know what it is, but whatever it is, it's been accompanied by a startling array of weirdly vivid (or vividly weird) dreams. And none of them really good, if you know what I mean, but things like hanging around a club of some sort that has a faux tin-roof-biker bar/roadhouse-shack-decor section, and everyone's very excited because Taylor Hicks is going to ride a chopper right through the middle of it! Except the big burly lifestyle-biker guy who owned the bike couldn't get it cranked. Stuff like that. And lots of it. I wake up tired, and go to bed tired.
Add to this the fact that there's a lot of bad junk going on out in the real world--both in the big sense of world events and in the smaller sense of folks I know who are going through their own tribulations. Such things are very frustrating for guys like me--I like to think that given a firm place to stand and a long enough lever, I can move the world--but when it turns out that you've issued a toothpick for a lever, and you have to wear ice skates, it's just off-putting. And then, you find out that you can't actually touch the toothpick except on Tuesday afternoon between 2:33 and 2:35. And you have to loop a rubber band around it. And sing a Conway Twitty song.
I think it is time.
I have held off for a long time, but I think it's finally time.
I'm going to go home and watch my never-opened Blazing Saddles 30th Anniversary Special Edition DVD that I got for Christmas, including every special feature on it.
Laughter make Mongo feel better!
Among other things.
ANYway, all of you have a restful weekend, and we'll see you all again come Monday.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at July 28, 2006 04:28 PM