Just asshole deep in it.
This weekend started with prom friday. The Oglet had a grand time, and when the fuck did I get so old?
Saturday morning, the Oglet has a fencing tournament- which she would have aced but for losing the thumbnail. She came back to the table and cried a bit, part from the throbbing pain, part from the disapointment.
She had had her nails done for the Prom, so they were thick and rigid, otherwise I don’t think this would have happened. She was in some distress but there isn’t anything anyone can do.
So she asked for some electrical tape, I put a piece of gauze over the nail so the tape wouldn’t stick there and be hard to remove, and wrapped it tight, and she went back and fenced the final bout. She did third despite being injured.
Saturday afternoon consisted mostly of chasing parts and putting a new power steering pump in the optometrist’s car.
Sunday was “Mow the damned lawn and get some more work done in the kitchen” day, and I installed another electrical outlet which allowed me to move the fridge, then moved the fridge, then hooked up the icemaker, then mowed the lawn, then good lord almighty am I tired. So I’m gonna put this in the hopper so you can listen to me bitch in the morning, and I’ma go to bed.
I think this morning will be “Find the damned lawn” day. We’ve lost enough snow the last two days (about two and a half feet) that we’re getting flood warnings from the headwaters up north. With any luck at all, we’ll have grass by evening. Soggy, but grass all the same.
I’m damn glad I mowed the damn lawn on Saturday, because I sure as hell wouldn’t have gotten it done Sunday. This rain needs to stop. Not drought stop, mind you, but for Ghu’s sake, give us a breather please.
On the other hand, the Scotts “”E-Z Seed” repair grass I planted out back in a big bare spot on Saturday seems to have already germinated. So maybe there is something to be said for all this wet. Especially given that I bought the stuff two years ago, promptly forgot about it, and as a result didn’t really expect it to germinate at all…
Da wedder here in Pooyet Sount country has been wierd, nice, but wierd. A little rain each night for the last two weeks, and some nice sun during the day. My “lawn” is now high enough to lose small chirrens and large dogs in. Unfortunately my back is so screwed up just thinking about mowing that mess makes me hurt. I need a motorhead kid to get my lawn tractor running so I or he can ride around and cut the weedage down. Then I can hit it with some broadleaf weed killer two or three times before the first part of July. That may give whatever grass is out there a fighting chance.