You WILL get wet
I probably knew this, a long time ago. When you put out a lawn sprinkler, in high winds, you will get wet. Enjoy the sensation.
The showers were insufficient, and the replacement sod that the city laid in (to compensate for our hydraulic oil leak) is starting to brown out. The neighbour across the way took pity and offered his sprinkler; I have one or two in the basement, but sometimes diplomacy has to trump the “already have one” reflex. Now to go out and move the whole thing around a few times before pillowing, and hope for rain. Never thought I’d be saying that!
Because it’s important, locally, I am shedding a tear for the Habs. They lost, again, and the hours before elimination are almost gone. Will it be one more, or three?
Inserted into my sheepskin (that’s an old school term for a diploma) was a card that mentioned how my degree didn’t mean much until I paid any outstanding debts. I paid up, because I believed that they meant what they wrote. Today’s news carries the story of a woman who didn’t pay, and a full seventy-five years later, she was still not lettered… until the school president took pity, paid the bill and invited her to attend convocation. Yes, she’s ninety-nine and going. The amount owed seems trivial: $5. But, back in the months leading up to WW2 and the end of the “Great Depression”, it may have been a heavy burden. This happened in Bangor, ME, for the record.
