When the weeds won’t be whacked
I’m a spectator to a demonstration of mechanical insufficiency. That’s just a nice way of saying that our weed whacker is not the sharpest tool in the drawer. When I see son #3 mixing a homemade herbicide (vinegar, salt and dish detergent) to avoid future sessions with the blue string twirler, I know we need an alternative solution.
The catch with a lawn (and lawn mowers) is that there are edges. Outside, near the thoroughfare and inside, near the supporting infrastructure (the basement walls). Grass grows in a manner that mocks the maintainer. The WW just adds to the frustration. A friend once suggested paving the whole thing and painting it green; I no longer laugh.
Just checking out the concert forecast for September, and I am impressed. Imagine B2B (back to back) evenings of my favourite fiddler and my favourite collection of vintage rockers. Can I afford it? Can I afford not to? I’m not experienced, but I’ve heard that the live sound is better than ear buds. And no need to tap six hours of highway (the Montreal route) to get some personal culture. More thought shall be given.
I was witness to a near tragedy (in computing terms) this afternoon. One of the consultants decided to share files via a USB key that had been “out on the town”. The antivirus flagged the situation, but if we didn’t have a policy that updates signature files frequently, it could have turned nasty. All among friends, etc., but if you suddenly lose a year of production because of someone’s Trojan infection, the spirit of kinship might be sullied.
