Neanderpundit

Picking up some quickie potato salad and potato wedges from the local supermarket yesterday, it dawned on me that the frumpy old woman waiting on me was an old flame from college.

She’d turned into a hairsprayed hausfrau, replete with hairnet and food-stained work apron. I’m not sure if she would have remembered me if I’d introduced myself, she never was good at names or faces.

When she was 22 she married a skill deprived nancyboy who had no more talent than to manage an oil change place, a doofus looking kid two years younger than her wiht no discernable skills, talents, or personality to reccomend him. Oh, and in i bizzare twist of fate, and in the top ten list of things I wish I could unsee, I happen to know he has a remarkably small penis.

She was a lit major, had all intention of becoming a journalist, and had some actual talent in that direction. I cannot imagine why she dropped her career- and it wuld have been a good one- for this dork, only to end up slinging salads at a supermarket deli.

At any rate, I was only a little sweet on her, and my affections were never returned- or even noticed. This is why I edon’t go to high school reunions- who needs the aggrivation, and how will I be measured against my (so called) peers? (actually, I think of all my classmates I’m the only one who can be said to have a “career”.)

is the things you can do.

A year ago I would not have been able ot mow my backyard, by myself, at all.

This year, I’ve mowed the lawn over and over again, by myself, in about twenty minutes flat. No huffing and puffing. My heart rate increases but I’m back to normal in a very few minutes. The last three weeks, I have not been able to mow, partially because of shoulder injury, partially because there was NO DAMNED RAIN.

Now, there’s been rain, and the backyard has sprung up like nobody;s business. SO I got out there tonight and mowed.

First of all, I have to say once again that the reccomends I got from Chris Byrne for boots (Danner Desert Acadia) Time was, I wore my “work” shoes to mow. Translation: Old street shoes, too worn to polish up anymore. Lots of times I took the laces out, to make it easier to get in and out of them in a hurry. And consequently, it killed my feet and legs. See, I would have to spend a whole lot of time worrying about my footing, wiht sloppy, loose fitting shoes, and it made mowing that much harder. And with a decent pair of boots, it’s (literally) a no brainer. As the boots held me in good stead on my hike, I’m inclined to get another pair for work, and wonder if I can get street shoes from Danner.

Anyway, the back slope is done, after helping the neighbor diagnose bad spark plugs in his truck.And since today, it rained like a horse pissing on a flat rock for two hours, it’s incredibly humid, so I wore a short sleeved teeshirt, someting I almost never do.

And the last thing I did before I put the mower away was to drive the damned thing through a cloit of poison ivy the size of an ottoman. Continue Reading »

Pelosi’s head is not on a pike outside the capital bulding?

Thatisall.