As far as chores go, I don’t mind the those that only need equipment on hand, like mowing the lawn, laundry, or very minor repairs with a hammer, saw or screwdriver.
Perfect Day
Bob acquired a decent rod and reel, plus a tackle box and lures, as prizes from school, and for months, we’ve been talking about asking a male friend or relative to teach him to fish.
We couldn’t figure out who to ask, though, and it so happened that a bait and tackle shop in Falmouth had their sixth annual children’s fishing derby this weekend. So, Grandma volunteered to bring Bob, figuring he’d get some pointers.
“The Mosquito” Explains It All
When my youngest grandchild (aged 6) comes to visit, he brings a sibling to serve as “translator” because at least half the time, I can’t understand what he is saying.
Indian and some Chinese speakers drive me up the wall. Inscrutable is one thing; incomprehensible is another.
I watch the “Seth Cohen” character on “The OC” move his mouth, but am oblivious to the witty dialogue which my son greatly enjoys.
What do these things have in common?
Gardener’s Diary
Today was the first dry one after a week of rain, and I’ve been stomping on gypsy moths this afternoon.
Got back from a walk at the beach when my neighbor noticed large, moving, blackish patches on several oak trees. It was legions of gypsy moths.
Grandsons
The little boys were here two nights ago and most of yesterday, but the high point of their visit came at the very end, when I drove them around their neighborhood in the truck.
This was a consolatory gesture, since it was impossible to do any outdoor activity because of the rain, and we got the animal shelter too late for the visit I’d promised. Besides, I figured it was equivalent to a hay ride, without the hay, and that used to be permitted before the Association had to cancel for lack of funds.
Gardener’s Diary
Some gardener.
I’ve been trying to figure out why a slew of “morning glories” have been flourishing wildly in one flower box and not the other.
It’s because they are NASTURTIUMS, duuuuhhh.
Wedgie
Like allergy season or termites, the Right Wing’s favorite wedge issue, gay marriage, returns this week, infesting the airways with the usual rot about foundations and civilization and the family, et al.
Annoying
The notion of management sagacity has come up twice in the last 48 hours, maybe because sanctimony is in season, it being the traditional graduation month and all.
Gardener’s Diary
Rain, finally.
It’s been foggy the latter part of the week, but we only got about 1/4 inch as of yesterday afternoon, earlier weather systems having missed us entirely.
Doomed to Failure?
After a certain number of years in business, one gets better at recognizing when a promising gig becomes an exercise in futility, a set-up for failure.