Nothing particularly eventful about which to write
Title says it all, does it not?
So I guess I’ll start with something really boring. Like the weather.
Today it looks like one sky is cloudy and apparently the other half is sunny. But from my seat in the kitchen it looks to be more cloudy. It’s pretty windy outside. Too bad it couldn’t be that way yesterday; I was melting, burning to ashes and evaporating away all at the same time.
Now that the weather is done, I’ll tell you about something I just did.
I ate a piece of raw potato.
Why did I say that?
I don’t know.
That seems to happen a lot recently.
Yup.
I wish I could be outside right now. It looks comfortably cool and sort of a light gray. Not the gloomy kind of gray that comes with winter evenings, but the one like in fall afternoons. Perfect for walking in circles around the backyard.
Just saying.
Rico is asleep on the patio. I keep looking at him and thinking, “Gosh, that’s me right now.” I’m not extremely tired, but for some reason sleep seems nice at the moment.
I keep forgetting to tell you, the grass on our backyard has gotten out of hand, to say the least. The very least. So it has in the front, but Dad got that taken care of this past weekend.
But that practical shrubbery in the backyard is enough to scare the you-know-what out of anyone. And if anyone out there thinks it’s their fault, it isn’t. Period.
Anyhow, a couple of days ago Dad and Bekah got started on mowing it. They would have started earlier, but apparently we only had use of a non-electric lawn mower, which did practically nothing. But the newer one worked a lot better. At some point before that, Rebekah had begun to cut a certain patch, which took a while but since she was armed with nothing but scissors did not do as much as the lawn mower, which got through about a fifth of the grass.
p.s. Happy Birthday, Kayla, because this post was started on April 19th, even though it wasn’t posted until April 21st.