“My Grandfather was storming the beaches of Normandy and now my patriotic duty is just to stay home.”
First thing I heard on the radio this morning, DJ talking about her grandparents. My first reaction was, “Oh yeah? let me tell you about MY grandparents!” not seriously, but you know, sort of like Monty Python’s “Four Yorkshiremen.”
It’s easy for us to feel overwhelmed. I’m overwhelmed by that space of dirt to my right as I write this, but that’s because I really hate yard work. I hate it because nothing lasts. You work very, very hard, and as soon as you set something up, and it’s all nice and stuff, it immediately starts breaking down. Weeds emerge. Some plants are more aggressive than others. Dogs dig. The wind blows. I prefer enjoying the changing seasons out in the wild.
But, it looks as if I will soon have a little deck out there on which to set my table and chairs and erect my umbrella. I decided to stimulate the economy by hiring the kids’ parents — who aren’t working now — and buying wood at a local lumber store. It’s going to be great having a deck and it has helped me focus the “design” of that big mess out there. I suspect I will plant grass. I have a bag of seed and will be out of stimulus funds once I pay my car insurance.
Anyway, I was hoping Lamont and Dude would show up this morning, but no such luck.