Lawn control
One minor downside to vacations: the coming home to restart routine.
Just the email overload took several hours to work through. My fault. I attached several online forums to one address, and if the volume isn’t handled each day, it piles up. Try three weeks. All is in order, now.
And I want to know why the lawn doesn’t slow down. Isn’t there some kind of dormant period during the hot season? Maybe a winter vacation has positive points. I pushed the big blade for about an hour and a half before declaring “enough.”
The cupboard was empty (that happens on a weekly basis, whether I’m home or not). Blame it on the resident. I’m accustomed to the routine, and we now have enough to get through the rest of the weekend. In passing, what is the deal with people who pay no attention to the parking indications at the supermarket. Handicapped. Small children. Fire lane. All used by anyone but the intended. Even large pictograms aren’t enough to make the hint clear to the ignorant. If I had ticketing or towing privileges, I’d be an aggravation.
Watched Groundhog Day, again. A great movie, which offers up some new delight each time.
Among odd TV finds this evening: Republic Of Doyle with descriptive commentary.
I’m watching one of the Fast And Furious franchise, set in Japan. Culture shock. Not the cars; everything else. Guess I won’t be moving there anytime soon. Because of the shoes, you understand. And the food. The eyes do lie.
