Walking in rectangles
My turn. This time, I had the pleasure of pushing the mower, around and around. Not circles; decreasing rectangles. What with the wetness, the lawn developed a bad case of “bed head” as the afternoon wore on, but that can be combed out. The next time.
The job seems easier than it did before. I guess I’ve grown accustomed to the task. The umbilical cord is long enough that unless I tangle it in my feet, all goes well.
And then, a quiet afternoon with the dog. He sleeps, and then he convinces me that outside is so much better than inside, and then he sleeps some more. I do wish he’d talk, sometimes. The jumping and paw swatting is far too physical for the job requirement.
Geopolitics; does it only involve oil? The situation continues to “heat up” in a number of locations, and the US has sailed an aircraft carrier into one area. Meanwhile, back at home, gas prices are already fluctuating, long before any real trouble starts. Almost like an excuse to charge us more. Or maybe it’s the movie I am watching: There Will Be Blood, with Daniel Day-Lewis. A story of oil exploration. The field has always involved the greedy, it would seem. No “for the good of the common man” in that industry. Dirty business, in so many ways.
Makes our government moves a little clearer, if you will. When your heart belongs to petroleum interests, the common man doesn’t have much place in the daily plan of things.
Hope they never find oil, where I likve.
