How not to start the new year? How about with a head cold on the long weekend. #norunningtoday
It’s spring! Time for being outside. Time for the annual planting of the garden. Time for some runs. Time for some play. There’s just so much to do, I figured what the hey… LIVE BLOG!
02015-May-15 – 14:32 – Just about to leave work
The weekend begins with a long run. I’m just contemplating an early end of the day as I gear up for the nineteen klick jog home.
02015-May-15 – 15:22 – High Level Bridge
02015-May-15 – 17:25 – Home Sweet Home
02015-May-15 – 21:16 – Earlier at the pet store parking lot
I had to get some food for Sparkle prior to resuming the rest of the evening plans (else she wouldn’t get breakfast in the morning!). When I pulled into the lot this dog was just sitting there in the BMW next to me. A photo was obligatory in this moment.
02015-May-15 – 21:21 – Earlier at State & Main
Met some of the running crew for drinks this evening. Much was discussed including summer plans, injury statuses, and Sharon’s recently submitted masters thesis (which was the reason for the celebrations.)
02015-May-16 – 08:40 – From Nowhere
We broke with tradition (as we do occasionall)y and our Saturday morning meal became a waffle party instead of a pancake feast.
02015-May-16 – 11:02 – Bottled Depot
It’s raining today so yard work seems to be a no-go. Instead, time for some other chores: like taking the recycling to the depot. Claire nabs the cash reward of course.
02015-May-16 – 11:14 – Chapters
Claire needs to go to yet another birthday party tomorrow so our next chore was finding a gift. Off to the bookstore! I avoid the kids section and instead lurk around the discount book racks.
02015-May-16 – 11:38 – Still at Chapters
02015-May-16 – 12:08 – Mucho Burrito
We stop for a quick lunch. Mmmm… burritos!
02015-May-16 – 12:50 – Hole’s
We thought we’d check out the greenhouse and buy some bedding plants.
02015-May-16 – 15:52 – From Nowhere
Some quiet time this afternoon. I’ve been nerding out on Jurassic Park this week after listening to the audiobook. Decided to watch a bit of the movie too.
02015-May-16 – 16:15 – Playground
Claire was a little bored. Apparently most of her pals have left town for the weekend or something. So we took the dog for a walk… and landed at the playground of course.
02015-May-16 – 18:59 – Next Door
Impromptu dinner with the neighbours! Appies first.
02015-May-16 – 19:47 – Next Door
02015-May-17 – 10:41 – From Nowhere
At about 17k into a 20k morning run. Lynda is all smiles… at least for the camera.
02015-May-17 – 11:48 – From Nowhere
Post-run coffee time!
02015-May-17 – 12:22 – Back Home
Sunday morning, and today marked the “final long run” of our training push to the Calgary Half Marathon in two weeks. That meant squeezing in a roughly 20 klick run this morning. Most of us were feeling a little apathetic at the start, but we all toughed it out. Now to find some cold beer and spend the rest of the day relaxing in the sun.
02015-May-17 – 13:35 – Couch
Poor Claire woke up with a bit of a tummy ache so she’s camped out on the couch watching some tv and relaxing.
02015-May-17 – 14:09 – Front Yard
The dandelion war rages on.
02015-May-17 – 15:09 – Backyard
The dog guards the bedding plants.
02015-May-17 – 15:11 – Backyard
Phase one of the garden involved digging up the raised bed. A little elbow grease and some careful tilling around the volunteer lettuce.
02015-May-17 – 16:59 – Back yard
Not bad for three hours of yard work! The dandelions are thwarted (for a couple days) the garden is half tilled and the strawberries have fresh wood chips. Also, I watered the trees and beds and cleaned the dog run. Still no beer…
02015-May-17 – 17:24 – Home
Claire went to her friend’s party… there was splatter paint involved.
02015-May-17 – 17:58 – From Nowhere
Sushi for supper.
02015-May-17 – 20:21 – Park
Dog needed a walk. What a brilliant evening … but still no beer!
02015-May-18 – 09:10 – Backyard
Claire was up at 6, health improved and ready to do some gardening. She’s claimed a spot of flower bed as her own. We’ll see if it survives the summer.
02015-May-18 – 09:42 – Backyard
My gardening helper!
02015-May-18 – 10:56 – Backyard
Team carrot gets some seeds in the ground!
02015-May-18 – 11:59 – Seed run
Missing a few things… a greenhouse on a long weekend is a crazy place to go.
02015-May-18 – 13:20 – Backyard
Spot the differences? After 4 hours of work the yard is taking shape. Garden planted, planters potted, and messes … unmessed.
02015-May-18 – 16:56 – Leon’s House
The battle to fix Leon’s computer was won by the viruses. Unfortunately after deleting about 50 bits of evil software we ran out of time.
02015-May-18 – 17:41 – Backyard
Dinner: Ribs… and beer!! Barbecue season is in full swing…
02015-May-18 – 18:23 – From Nowhere
Oreo ice cream sandwiches for dessert? How naughty!
02015-May-19 – 07:04 – LRT
Back to work… *sad face*
If taking an on-call support request on a long-weekend counts, then yesterday night.
Let the long weekend live blog begin. Check out http://blog.8r4d.com/2014/06/27/july-super-long-live for my four-day-weekend live blog post. It will be sticky until Wednesday.
July first is Canada Day, and with a bonus-Monday burning through my precious holiday time, I’ve made of it a four-day, super-long, epic-fun weekend, bound to be worthy of some live-blogging goodness to keep track of it all. Here goes…
02014-Jun-27 – 16:08 – North Saskatchewan River, Leaving Downtown
The long weekend begins! Four full days off and…
… I guess that’s what this post is about. How to spend a mini holiday in the first few days of summer. Food, fun, and probably some running. Oh and speaking of running, hi there, High Level Bridge. I’ll see you again on Tuesday when I run under you at 730 in the morning. You’ve got a busy weekend planned too, eh, what with all your new LEDs and big Canada Day debut light show? Too bad it’s so late… but I suppose one never knows what will happen on a super-long weekend. Stay tuned!
02014-Jun-27 – 20:49 – Home
As a kind of quasi-celebration of Claire’s great report card, we went out for dinner and let her pick the restaurant. She chose Delux Burger… mostly because they give you a little thing of cotton candy at the end of your meal and not necessarily for the hamburgers. The rest of the evening was pretty low key; A walk in the park, some quiet time on the couch, and then we looked up some funny videos on Youtube before Claire went off to bed (although, I did let her stay up an extra hour! #coolDad right?)
02014-Jun-27 – 21:58 – Sharing Some Dinner Photos
02014-Jun-28 – 08:07 – Breakfast
Yes, we made red pancakes in anticipation of Canada Day… all Claire’s idea.
02014-Jun-28 – 09:10 – Hanging Out After Breakfast
We made some time to build some LEGO after breakfast. Another Mixel joined our growing collection.
02014-Jun-28 – 11:55 – Watching it Rain
Now, the inevitable long, dark teatime of anticipation and potential buyer’s remorse while I wait for my battery to charge after lurking for an hour at the mall and spending some serious money on a new camera. Yeah, it’s bought. Oh… yeah. But I need to wait… wait… wait. Time to read some manuals, I guess. Ka-ching! Oh, and I bought Claire a mood-necklace from Claire’s… partly because she got good grades on her report card (so that’s settled,) partly because she was well-behaved while I was camera shopping, and partly because I haven’t paid her allowance in three weeks (so that’s settled, too.) I’m such a sucker.
02014-Jun-28 – 21:16 – Hanging Out on the Couch
After my camera battery charged, I spent the better part of the afternoon trying out some of the new features and snapping on some of my old lenses. It was a fairly quiet day: things will get busier, tho. A long walk over to the park (Claire rode her scooter) and some chatting with the neighbors, and Saturday is pretty much over. Time to relax, I guess.
02014-Jun-28 – 21:18 – Still on the couch.
A couple more photos…
02014-Jun-29 – 06:33 – Front Step
Woke up to rain. Looks like this morning’s run will be interesting!
02014-Jun-29 – 07:42 – Ready to Run
02014-Jun-29 – 07:47 – From Nowhere
02014-Jun-29 – 08:13 – 3.5 k
02014-Jun-29 – 8:58 – Balls Selfie
02014-Jun-29 – 09:24 – Killer Stairs @ 13k
02014-Jun-29 – 12:01 – Lunch
Looks like Claire is getting a cheese quesadilla for lunch! I still don’t have much of an appetite yet after our 16 k run this morning.
02014-Jun-29 – 14:42 – Leaving the Running Room
Finally went to pick up my race package for the run on Monday. The shirt is very yellow. I need to do a load of running gear laundry anyhow, so I’m thinking I’ll give it a wash and wear it for race day. #gottafitin Also, did some backroom shopping while we were there and I nabbed two pairs of my favorite shoes for half price. Awesomesauce!
02014-Jun-29 – 17:38 – Sherwood Park
Somehow we wound up at a family birthday party in Sherwood Park. Cake!
02014-Jun-29 – 22:31 – Back at Home for Bedtime
Claire has been obsessed with me reading her bedtime stories “funny” as of late. Essentially that means a certain level of improv-embellishing of a picture book with characters who fart or misbehave as accomplished with impromptu word substitution. I oblige, as I did again tonight, but my improv comedy chops are only so good and my material is starting to get a little derivative and repetitive. I’m kinda hoping she gets bored and we go back to regular old reading for a while. For now, though, another day over and the long weekend half gone. *sigh*
02014-Jun-30 – 07:56 – Tim Hortons
The day starts with a hearty breakfast out with Claire.
02014-Jun-30 – 10:27 – Terwillegar Park
Hanging out at the dog park.
02014-Jun-30 – 11:58 – Back at the Spray Park
02014-Jun-30 – 16:55 – Home
We’ve had yet another mixed afternoon. After hanging out with AF at the spray park, we did some grocery shopping and had a few minutes of down-time when we finally got home.
Claire’s friend came over a bit later for a play date and after some “camping” in the backyard, they are chilling and watching some tv. I should really kick them back outside but the wind has picked up and it looks like it might actually rain!
02014-Jun-30 – 17:49 – Backyard
Figures. I start to barbecue and it pours rain!
02014-Jun-30 – 20:24 – The Couch… with the dog.
The day couldn’t go out quietly, either, could it? I guess someone had a little too much fun today, and capped off her epic fun day with dad with an epic meltdown before bed. *sigh* Doors were slammed, bedtime stories were denied, and bargaining was ignored… At least the dog was behaving herself. But alas, I guess I’d better chill out for a while and hydrate up for the race in the morning. Fifteen klicks? Nothing to it, right?
02014-Jul-01 – 05:48 – Early
Breakfast of champions.
02014-Jul-01 – 06:46 – The Leg
Any panic I may have had about being late for the start line was obviously overstated.
02014-Jul-01 – 07:00 – Start Line
02014-Jul-01 – 07:26 – Start
02014-Jul-01 – 09:14 – Finish Line
02014-Jul-01 – 09:25 – Pancake Breakfast
02014-Jul-01 – 10:27 – From Nowhere
I just wanted to show Claire the front of the legislature building, but so many kids in the fountain meant monkey see monkey do…
02014-Jul-01 – 15:47 – Somewhere in Mill Woods
Karin and Claire are dancing at the Mill Woods Canada Day celebration, so after a mostly quiet afternoon I find myself sitting in front of the stage waiting for their performance slot so that I can play photographer. It’s warm and sunny; 28 C. I need something cool to drink, and some shade to sit in.
02014-Jul-01 – 18:04 – Supper
We were to tired and to lazy to cook, so we stopped for pizza.
02014-Jul-02 – 07:41 – Back on the Train
Back to work. Signing off…
#100happydays #dailyhappy (21/100) … those first few minutes of a long weekend.
September (and the labour day long weekend) arrived and we found ourselves making the six hour drive North to Grande Prairie, Alberta for some family-related adventures. As it turns out, last month Karin’s grandfather hit one of those epic age-link milestones that too many of us will be lucky to reach, his ninetieth birthday. And as would be appropriate, we all took a few days out of our busy lives to converge on him and throw him a party.
Driving, Driving, Driving
Of course, we’re not exactly going to make six hour (each way) drive as a day trip. So we made a weekend out of it. We left the dog at the kennel, packed up the car, and drove. The endurance of a soon-to-be-five-year-old showed its limits: one would think that a fresh pack of crayons, numerous story books, a fully-charged iPod touch loaded with music and games, and the attention of at least one of her parents would be enough. But, alas: even the most epic of mobile entertainment suites is not a match for an impatient kid.
Children of the Corn
Saturday, with some time to kill (and only so many hours to be tolerated in the hotel swimming pool) we ventured a little North of town and paid our shekels for the grand fun of exploring a good old fashioned corn maze. Alas, a GPS is near useless in such a situation, and two hours of wandering through the shadows of eight-foot stalks, chasing children through the same, and — in an effort to keep seven people together — shouting countless echos of Marco-Polo, we managed to first enter through maze one entrance and leave through maze two exit — stop for a picnic — then go back into maze two entrance and leave through maze one entrance. Something was brokez.
I woke up early Sunday morning and tried to keep up with my running schedule. Despite a bunch of prep, I managed to get tangled up in the Grande Prairie trail system and cut my (planned) ten klick run a few klicks short. I made up for the deficit with about four hours of swimming and chasing the kids through the water.
The Video and No Hotel Internets
And you just know that Karin and I never get invited to anything with being delegated the resident techies. This means, of course, we got the job of compiling and showing the birthday slide show — ultimately Karin mixing up an epic generation spanning multimedia video that impressed everyone. It didn’t go without a hitch, though: the hotel internet was an epic fail all weekend which didn’t help when we needed to find an alternate display method at the last minute, and I found myself driving around town on Sunday morning locating cables and blank DVDs to speed in the effort.
But in the end… a simple but happy family party: and it was all worth it as the birthday boy had a great day. So, what else could be asked.
A Ã‚â€œreloadedÃ‚â€ post is a quick-clipped summary of a bunch of small things from the past few days. I want to write them down, but I am either lacking in (a) details or (b) time. ThatÃ‚â€™s just how it goes sometimes. Enjoy.
My country is one hundred and forty-five years young today. This means (a) long weekend, and (b) hanging out with the family at a few fun events. Yesterday we escaped the heat in our new nearby movie theatre and took in the latest Pixar movie, Brave. This morning, following my run (see below) Karin and Claire met me at the legislature grounds and enjoyed a free pancake breakfast… until the epic rain started. We hid in the house for a couple hours and watched another movie. After lunch, Karin danced at the Mill Woods Canada Day show while Claire and I ate churros, visited a petting zoo (they had a buffalo!) and took in an inflatable obstacle course. On the way home, Karin dropped Claire and I off at the local convenience store where I enjoyed my celebratory post-race slurpee and Claire enjoyed her first ever dose of her dad’s beverage of choice… it was grape. The dog got a bath and a walk, and we made pizza together. And that was that… well, almost.
I’ve been talking and writing about it for a few weeks, the big day arrived at last and my running buds picked me up at my doorstep this morning so we could make our way downtown. The race started, we shot out of the gate, and hoofed it through the river valley at an awesome clip. My goal was an hour and thirty-five minutes. I obliterated that. Other than needing to stop for a bathroom break around the nine klick mark, the weather was perfect, the company splendid, and the energy high. I rolled across the finish line with a watch time of one hour and twenty-seven minutes (and change). For those lacking the math skills to compute, that is a pace of roughly 5:50 minutes/klick. Also, a good chunk faster than I ran the same race last year. I am elated. If I can keep that training pace for August, I might just break the two hour mark on my half-marathon… but no promises quite yet.
On the other end of the health spectrum, I thought I would note that — thanks to our awesome gardening skillz — we’ve been harvesting a bountiful crop of fresh mints this year. I say “mints” — plural — because we’ve been growing a coupe varieties. But what to do with fresh mint? Karin’s solution was to buy supplies and get busy mixing some home-made mojitos! So… before you feel sorry for me sitting home watching the Canada Day fireworks on television, you should know that what we’ve been enjoying is some awesome (and fresh) mojitos while doing so. Happy Canada Day!
I don’t know that you’d call it a win, but it was definitely a finish.
The annual Melissa’s Road Race took place in Banff, Alberta this last weekend, and I went out for my third time running in the event.
In 2009 I had run the 10K course, completing the race in a decent-for-me just-over-an-hour time, not exactly expecting to place in any way, but simply rewarding my summer efforts (having trained for my first half-marathon that summer) with an easy end-of-the-season jaunt through the mountains. I remember it being quite awesome, particularly rocketing down the Tunnel Mountain hill at a full on sprint wondering how likely it would be that I’d misstep and go rolling instead.
Last year, in 2010, I took a stab at the full 22K run, lacing up for an epic dash through the scenic mountain landscape, narrowing in on an awesome finishing time, and honing my speed… until about the 15K mark. Somewhere around or between 15 kilometers and 17 kilometers, I rolled or gunged my ankle, somehow. I still don’t know what happened. I was on track for a solid 2:15 time (great for me) and then: wham! Something twinged. And I rolled in thirty minutes after that anticipated time.
A year of healing and recovery later — and still occasionally feeling that sore ankle even today — I’d puttered my training down to a dribble, registered in the 10K once more, and contentedly settled for a time a couple minutes slower than my 2009 time. I finished four minutes slower than in 2009 and was just happy to have been able to run the thing after last year’s injury and the past year’s training grumbles about the same. Claire joined me for the final few steps of the race, running alongside me in her pink Crocs as we crossed the finish line.
Melissa’s Road Race 2011 – Satellite View
Not bad. Not amazing. But full circle.
To top it off, the route was a little more daunting this year. They had changed the course slightly from what I remember running in 2009. Instead of running most of the way up the single, long climb of Tunnel Mountain, this year’s route wrapped around the mountain’s North-side Tunnel Mountain Road proper, crested the hill, gave us a short break with about a quarter click of descent, then made us re-climb the lost elevation to crest the mountain pass one more time before dropping us back into the all-downhill-from-here return to the finish. I should have checked the website, of course, and had I done so I would have seen the info.
Melissa’s Road Race 2011 versus 2009 – Elevation Overlay
For interest sake, I’m including the elevation graphs as a comparison: in the above image, I’ve hacked together an overlay of this year’s race (greenish) with an elevation graph of the 2009 race (brownish). You can see that the max elevation was pretty much the same (at least according to the graphs), but in this year’s race it was that camel-back dip that did me in.
To be fair, the 2009 route did include a bit of a climb at the 8.5K(ish) mark as the loop up to the hot-springs and back that wasn’t included in this year’s route. You can see that little hump on the graph if you look. But then, a small hump after you’ve had twenty minutes of downhill recovery is nothing compared to a similar climb after cresting a mountain a few minutes prior.
Of course, we spent a couple days in and around Canmore in the days following. It’s beginning to be a bit of an annual get-away for us.
A “reloaded” post is a quick-clipped summary of a bunch of small things from the past few days. I want to write them down, but I am either lacking in (a) details or (b) time. That’s just how it goes sometimes. Enjoy.
Pre-school? Playschool? The one before kindergarten, anyhow. The first day approaches rapidly, at any rate. And that’s just the formal stuff. We were a blur of school-minded planning this weekend, thinking ahead to not only Claire’s first day of preschool on Wednesday, but also a new round of swimming lessons and an introductory piano class starting in about a week or so. The girl herself is spinney just thinking about it. I should also note that Karin has got herself deeply involved with the preschool, volunteering as secretary for the board: she’s been busy keeping minutes and taking over the online social media presence.
Smurfs, Screens, Etc.
We don’t go to many movies anymore — at least not as much as we used to, back in those child-free days of careless wonder and abundant freedom — but we had some of those “Night Out” coupons kicking around, so… yeah. We drove over to the South Common Cineplex to take in what was, literally, Claire’s fourth movie experience at a real theater. We saw the Smurf movie. In 2D. (…because I have no patience for wearing those brain-numbing glasses for two hours.) It wasn’t too bad. Not Oscar-worthy. But the self-referencing, fourth-wall-knocking humour brought some unexpected life to the plot. Or maybe it was just the caffeine-and-popcorn-buzz.
My parents invited us to drive fifty klicks or so South of the city to the Reynolds Alberta Museum in Wetaskiwin on Sunday. I went out for a brief run first, then we piled in the car with a picnic lunch and tore up the highway to meet them at the agriculture-slash-aviation themed collection of early-twentieth-century memorabilia. I’d never been, but the image I had in my mind of what the museum might — have been compared to what it actually was — was unfairly critical. It’s very well put together and worth the fifteen minute detour from the QE2 (and a few hours of your time) to check out. I took lots of photos.
I had picked up a Groupon for the Devonian Botanical Gardens back in June of this year and it was about to expire. The Gardens are a bit of a hidden gem, tucked away on a West-end highway, a bit tough to reach unless you know where you’re going, and completely under-rated. It helped that we had the perfect day, and I with my camera was not out of place on that particular long-weekend Monday as we roamed about the grounds, taking in the variety of themed garden spaces and indoor plant collections (plus butterfly room) while Claire bounded about apparently at no loss for abundant energy. It took a tonne of pics there, too.
One Clumsy Kid
To end things off for the weekend, my poor daughter seemed to be having “One of THOSE days” on Monday. She was extra-clumsy, and extra-sad(ish). Sitting and “thinking” about things, then running off in another blur of pent-up energy. This was not the bad part, so much. The bad part was that she kept injuring herself. Slipping and tripping on stairs, but the time the day was done she was pepper with bandages, scraped knees and (somehow) a little cut on the middle of her back from mis-stepping from the neighbor’s porch. She ended the day in a pitiable state that left her dad feeling sorry for her and rushing into her bedroom at the slightest whimper to rub her back in her restless sleep.
A blurring-buzzing-busy weekend, to be sure.
… and a roundup of the weekend events.
It’s been no secret around our house that those official daddy-days have been in quiet jeopardy for some time now. Between that little stint of unemployment last summer, and the uncertainty of a job change, through the peppered consumption of my flexible days off for use during our more formal vacations over the winter, it has been a wonder that we’ve had any at all in the last months. But we have. This past Friday both the latest, and possibly the last.
Of course, it is not exactly confirmed right now, but my suspicions — what with upcoming weekend plans, little trips here and there, and the Fringe Festival in August — the next likely candidate day for our beloved daddy days seems to be lingering off in September. And, of course, in September Claire starts preschool. So, a full day off to puddle around the city doing father-daughter-type things is looking rather unlikely.
We filled our last daddy-day — the seemed last of the series — with some early morning swimming, breakfast at Ikea, some toddling around the town to pick up a package, a quiet lunch, a nap (for both of us), a trip back to the recreation centre to play at the indoor playground, and topped it off with a visit to the library. It was a full day.
And we’ll miss them if that was to be our last. I won’t be telling her, though. It would break her heart to hear it, and mine to admit it. I’ll just say this: we’ll figure out a new way to do the same thing. It’s not over, it’s just going to be different from now on I think.
Of course, the weekend following has been a blur, too.
Claire and Karin both performed in their final dance shows. Claire — witnessed by both sets of grandparents and her mom and dad — completed a whole three minutes on stage as a wee little dancing garden gnome, and (much to her parent’s relief) did not flee the stage nor freeze in fright while dancing. She did her parents proud, in fact.
This morning, while I went out for a fourteen klick run, Karin, Claire, and my folks went out for breakfast. The run went well, and it preps both my mind and temper for the upcoming 15K race on Canada Day, July 1st, this Friday.
We dropped by the Telus World of Science this afternoon with Ella and Xavier to check out the Sesame Street – The Body exhibit, which the kids loved and tore up for a good hour and a half before we dragged them out (nearly kicking and screaming).
We thought the evening was over, but Claire hooked up with the neighbor kids, Leann and Owen, after her and Karin got back from a bike ride, and the kids played “avoid the parents” for about an hour before we decided to call it a night and head inside for some rest.
It’s been busy.
It’s not that the gas mower is broken, or anything. I figure the reason I went out an bought the cheapest (albeit brand new) rotary push mower I could find was this eclectic penchant for the anachronistic I tend to secretly nurture. It’s not an old mower, of course, but it is a kind of old-style mower: and it’s kinda kitchy out there in the yard, whilst the neighbors fire up their screamingly loud gas mowers, to get that whirring buzz of the push-powered grass-chomper out front and do just as good of a job clipping.
Plus all the environmental do-gooder-etc yadda-yadda-yadda…
I got carried away this morning and started clipping the neighbors lawn. It was really more of a momentum-meets-inattention thing, and I did a six foot strip into their yard.
It was a little bit obvious, and looked a bit lame — as if he’d started and just got really lazy; which is not the case, of course. But tell that to the judge. He’s not, y’know, particular or anything about his yard, but about five minutes after I cut the original swath and had decided to just buck-up and finish their whole front yard, he came staggering out the door in his pajamas, and I couldn’t tell at first if he was upset or grateful. I am going to dismiss the suspense and say as the conversation went on it was revealed to be the latter. Or at least I am going to continue assuming. It’s tough to say. Lawns in the suburbs are like this, holy-rite sacred-ground no-go-zone. If he had asked me to mow it, no-prob-bob, right? But I just kinda did it: and how does one interpret that? Is he in his house right now thinking I did it to be nice because his wife just had surgery and since he works on weekends I just thought, impromtu and resulting form my original carelessness, I’d help out? Or is he thinking I’m pissed, because his lawn is a haven for dandilions and I’m stepping in to be a prick? …of which I don’t really care about dandilions, anyhow.
It’s just funny. All this suburbia politics that come into play, our little postage-stamp-size chunks of grass. Weird, y’know.