We've had rain every day for what seems like a month down here and my lawn now thinks it is running the show. And to tell the truth, it does have the upper hand. The mower is in the shop and I haven't gotten around to picking it up for a couple of weeks. And on the bank at the edge of the lawn, weeds, ferns, briars and small trees have spilled out of their natural boundary. My free standing tree island has become a peninsula! Yes, it's a jungle out there. And now the County Planning and Zoning people have gotten into the act declaring my yard a hazard to small animals and I have one week to clear the property. Or something bad will happen. As if I didn't already have enough on my plate. Neighbors are complaining and the freakin' County is sending people around to inspect my mow job next Friday! Damn!
:: Tom 12:35 PM [+] ::
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:: Wednesday, August 10, 2005 ::
Madness reigns at work as I attempt to tie up eight years of loose ends. I'm heading toward August 31 at a feverish pitch and I'm sure I will wake up on the morning of September 1 with an 8 to 5 hangover. I'll wake bright and early, ready to take on the world...but my world won't be there. No wife, no job, just a pile of money with no one to spend it on but me. Sad isn't it! Everytime I go to the grocery store or video store or mall and see fat husbands being led around by even fatter wives, I say to myself, "I escaped. I'm free."
:: Tom 7:14 AM [+] ::
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