Crankypantsing

A Wee Break

I love my little mower. It’s a wimpy corded electric with only an 18″ blade, so it takes for-freaking-ever to mow my, um, “lawn,” but it’s quiet and, best of all, it doesn’t stink. I can actually smell the grass when I mow instead of yucky gas fumes. I can also smell the wild garlic and mint, which is quite nice. Tossed salad, anyone?

I’m about 2/3 finished with the dog yard. While I was mowing, it occurred to me that They ought to develop a type of grass that doesn’t need mowing. Instead of creating Frank-N-Veggies that I’d rather not eat, why can’t They do something useful? I could get excited about grass that never needed mowing. Fish genes in my tomatoes, not so much.

Oh, and that perfect mowing weather I was hoping to enjoy went bye-bye. The clouds blew out and the wind died down, so now it’s hot and sunny and not breezy enough to do anyone any good. Damn!

Crankypantsing, Pets, Photography

Procrastination

Something is blooming. With a vengeance. When I woke up, my eyes and skin were itching like crazy. What’s odd, though, is that I’m not congested or sneezing. I’m not complaining, mind you. The itchies are a royal pain in the behindermost parts, but nothing either Claritin or Benadryl won’t cure.

What I am complaining about, though, is that I have to mow the grass today. There’s no putting it off any longer. I didn’t do it last weekend, so it’s ridiculously long. I’m procrastinating because I really don’t want to do it. It’s nightmare to mow at the best of times. Letting it get this long makes it ten times worse. The good news is that it’s only in the low 70s today and really breezy. It’s a fairly cloudy, too, so it shouldn’t warm up much more.

Also, this is Day 1 of my six-day mini-vacation. Yay! I don’t go back to work until next Thursday. That means lots and lots of time for arting and, if I can get it sorted, some web design. As soon as I get the damned lawn mown, I can get started on Fun Stuff. Have I mentioned that I’m procrastinating?

And, now for some gratuitous cuteness:

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Pandora and Elliott, nappin’ out