I really got pissed at myself this evening. I was sitting outside on the front porch - stoop was always a better word but no one really has a stoop anymore. I had a little time to myself as Chick and Mo ran some errands and Hank was sleeping. So I planted some mums that I had been meaning to do for a while. And in the process, I spilt some dirt on my open can of beer. Mulch does not taste good but I did my best to remove the dirt. And I moved the beer next to the baby monitor.
I need to spend more time in the Garden.
Once again, I have little explanation for the lack of work in the Dandelion Garden. Sure, I now have two kids to take care of everyday. And I have been writing about both baseball and football for GetSportsinfo. Of course there are all those wonderful shows on TV that take up my time. (We still don't watch Little Bear and Dora is really fucking annoying.) I can only say that I wish I wrote a lot more of this crap whether any of you read it or not. So, once again, I'm going to make more of an effort in the near future.
Before I go any further, it must be pointed out that Voodoo Chile by Stevie Ray Vaughn may be the best song ever.
Chick mowed the lawn tonight. That's right she has a high-level job, gives birth once a year and now mows the lawn. Actually she always enjoyed mowing. I never touched a lawn mower until we moved into this house. As a teenager she used to mow lawns for spending money. Now it's good exercise - gets the cardio going. I'm perfectly willing to tak care of the yard but I'm kind of riding this whole 'I stay at home with two kids' thing. I don't think she realizes how easy it is. I only run into problems when the dogs bark at the mailman and wake me from the afternoon nap. I actually try to mess up the house around 5:30 just so she thinks I have had a crazy day and we can go to BW3's. It helps to leave diapers piled up around the door.
September is the best month of the year (sorry October.) There's baseball and football and sweatshirts and jeans and crisp mornings and cool evenings. The sun stays around long enough to enjoy the day and the moon turns from white to orange. Music from high school bands can be heard from miles away and the air begins to smell like autumn. September is nice.
And it's even nicer when spent in the Dandelion Garden.
2 comments:
I have a betting proposition for all regualr readers of The Garden. I asssume many of you, like myself, have become dissapointed with the lack of updates to this blog. So I say we start a betting pool on when the next update is.
To keep it simple here is what I am proposing, put up $1 and pick the date of the next update. The blogger and "Chick" are not elidgable, nor are their offspring. Closest to the date wins all and "Price is Right Rules" will be the tie-breaker.
Send all picks to ohgrod@hotmail.com with the subject line that reads "Bettin on a Bloom". Bets will be settled the the next social occasion.
Thanks in advance for your consideration.
Greg ("Rug")
Rug - playing poker all day must have you addicted and needing attention... better get a new job soon!! :) I'll take Friday, September 28th, 2006 - it might be a funny birthday tribute for someone we know! IOU. Rene'
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