So, Camera Girl is yelling and throwing stuff at me and threatening me with grievous bodily harm if I don’t do some of the things on the honey do list. Most pressing in her mind is raking and disposing of all the leaves in her flower beds. Now this is grunt labor because I’ve never gotten organized. What I should do is rake the leaves onto the lawn and run the mower over them. Because a lot of it is oak leaves this reduces them significantly down in volume and makes disposal much less onerous.
But I’m just that lazy that coordinating getting the mower ready for use and piling the leaves on the lawn defeats my initiative. So instead I’ll go out there and spend ten hours going through this ritual of backbreaking stooping and scooping the leaves into a garbage pail and hauling them to the edge and hurling them into the bottomless abyss that yawns below the Cliffs of Utter Chagrin. So let me be brief.
It’s a third beautiful day in a row. No rain. No clouds. No wind. The Lord himself is telling me to get up and go outside and
DO SOMETHING!
So thatsa whata I’ma gonna do.
I’ll be back later with something sad or sublime or inspired.
So please enjoy the morning and we’ll see about later.
