Month: April 2011

I got out the lawnmower for the first time this year.

This was the easiest way to get leaves and other small debris off the grass.

I used the blower, too, to clean up more of the ever-present oak leaves.

Did some weeding – already – mostly errant grass.

Had forgotten that I planted spring bulbs in the vegetable garden!

Put out pest control, too, although it sprinkled a bit thereafter. Forecasts were way off today. When I started, the sky was bright blue, no rain in sight; it came on very quickly.

Didn’t realize how hungry I was until I pulled fish and chicken out of the oven. I almost could have chewed my arm off.

Paul Krugman hates outsourcing federal work to contractors. He claims that bureaucrats in the federal government have gotten a bad rap.

Have I got news for him.

I worked as a contractor in a federal agency last summer and was treated abominably.

The working conditions were lousy, most particularly the constant back-stabbing and tattle-tale-ing.

Most of the people I worked with were conscientious and tried to make the best of a bad situation, but they were not as driven as those in the private sector to keep up their skills or do things efficiently and cost-effectively.

It made me wish that Libertarian Presidential candidate Harry Browne were still with us. If Harry had been elected, he would have done away with the whole mess. He used to joke about decimating the federal civil service system, and requiring a pledge of allegiance to Libertarian principles by those remaining: “all six of us”.

Too bad he never got that chance.

Pix when it gets a little sunnier. We dodged the April Fool’s Day snow that’s fallen North and West of Boston, but it’s still rainy and overcast here.

Lots of daffs and tulips coming up as well as Stella d’Oros and Daylilies.

We are behind last year. By this time, the rabbits had eaten all my crocuses in the front yard. Guess it’s not too soon to put out pest control, maybe tomorrow if it’s drier.

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I’m tired of trying to be the best of the best of Ron’s priors.

– As sexy as Melody, Gloria and Zorba-girl;
– As aesthetically gifted and as good a housekeeper as Benny;
– As competent as Annette;
– As masterful a cook as Jennifer.

I’ll never make it and it’s wearing me out, trying to make the house perfect, our sex life perfect, my appearance perfect, the cat perfect, the yard perfect, my income perfect, my style of lingerie perfect.

Ron says the thing that counts the most for him is that I love him and want to make him happy.

Well, where on planet Earth does that count for anything in a marriage? I mean, COME ON – loving your husband is more important than your looks, your weight, your clothing, your sense of humor, your witty conversations, your ability to make his friends envy him?

Among the people I grew up with, I never once heard it said that any husband loved and honored his wife because she loved him.

Were they that far out of the mainstream?