It has not snowed like this here in years. The driveway has been shoveled twice, and it needs to be done again.
The snow makes me very happy, on account of how it hides the yard work I neglected in the Fall. The bushes that I didn't trim, have frozen tendrils of white, where they used to look unkempt. The flowers that I didn't cut back? Totally obliterated by fluffy stuff.
Actually, I've had this random thought just occur to me that could be quite the answer to a particular therapy issue. If you know anyone in the counseling business, you should tell them this, my Grand Idea:
Kids that are "cutters" should be introduced to yard maintenance. There is so much cutting/trimming/pruning involved that the novelty of using sharp objects would be lost in a short time. Do you think it could work? They could begin on my yard.
Once, in the '80's there was a problem with watermelon. Have I told you this story? They were all poisoned, or something rendered them unpalatable. Well, at the same time, there were all these wildfires in California. My baby sister, Kristin, called a radio station and suggested that the watermelons be dropped upon the wildfires. It was a brilliant idea.
Clearly, brilliance runs through my family. It practically gallops.
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Absolutely brilliant! I am jealous about the snow, however.
Honest, I was one of the 154 hospitalized in Seattle over those darn melons! I think it was 1983. Lord, was I sick.
More interesting was that all of us, I found out later, developed the exact same food allergies and some guy at UW got his doctorate by mapping pesticides to food allergies - using us as the EDB examples!
So, for 13 years I was in the hospital at least twice a year because "something" got me. The worst one was when I went into arterial collapse. There is nothing more interesting than laying there and seeing your heart flatline.... And tasers really have nothing on a defib unit.
Gees, I had forgotten all about that one.
ok, Kristoff, you blind sided me on that one. never saw it coming.
Actually the ONLY thing more interesting is a 6'2" nurse running at you from down the hall screaming, "it's ok! I'm coming!"... all the while raising her fist in fine fashion, getting ready to thump you in the sternum to start your ticker again (while waiting for the paddles to arrive).
Lynda, you acted that out for us last night, and you were very convincing.
Kris, is there ANything you have not been hospitolized for?
And no one wondered how I knew what a taser was like? I guess being the reigning klutz king only makes it easier to imagine...
Taser? Seriouly, I wasn't all that shocked (pun absolutely intended).
There was a movie about your yard, it's called Edward Scissorhands. Just go up to the creepiest house in your neighborhood, I bet there's a reclusive young adult lurking there longing for yard maintenance. It's in the 70s here in Marietta today.
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