The consideration of landscaping

I’m considering cutting my grass. Considering it… You may recall that I mentioned my OCD neighbor mowing his lawn on the 4th of July. However, he has cut his grass at least once since then. Maybe even more than once – I try to ignore his landscaping activities as much as possible because it only upsets me. But I have not done mine since just before he did his on the 4th. So, I dunno…maybe it’s time to do it again? I looked out the upstairs window and to be perfectly honest, it doesn’t look all that much different from his. Well, the back grass maybe. Back grass is getting a little high. But who cares about that? I don‘t and neither do the deer that come into my yard to check the progress of the peach tree harvest. They seem to enjoy snacking on the high weeds.. Now, neighbor guy might find it annoying to have to look at my unkempt yard, but that would only be fair and appropriate payback, considering he decided to do his on the day that my daughter came over for her birthday and we were trying to enjoy a peaceable backyard barbecue over the sound of his power mower.

My point is – there’s a considerable amount of effort involved in cutting the grass. And some degree of pain as well. I’m just not sure that it would look sufficiently better to warrant excessive effort and any degree of pain.

So, at this point, the matter is only under consideration…

Synthroid – and the lack thereof…

I guess I should go to the doctor. To a doctor. Some doctor, somewhere. All I need is some thyroid medication. Well…that may not be all I need but it’s all I’m looking for right now. I’ve been taking prescribed synthroid for about 15 years. But since I recently lost my job and my primary health provider was the health services department where I worked…that means that I don’t have a doctor now. And that means that since I ran out of thyroid meds for my hypothyroidism about a month ago…well, let’s just say, I should find another doctor. Soon.

My neighbor is mowing his lawn

again! Seriously, the man is deranged. He needs some professional help and I’m not talking about landscapers.
His wife is fussing around in the flower beds, rearranging their ever expanding population of little garden gnomes.
I bet he gets a haircut twice a week and she washes the dishes before she puts them in the dishwasher.
It’s obvious to me that their marriage is disintegrating.

earthquakes and vampires

4 am. That’s what time it was when smalldog woke me up this morning. Although I used to get up at 4 (well…4ish…) rather routinely, that was back when I was a wage slave. Now that I am a professional Vacationer, I tend to sleep in a bit later. Sometimes as late as 7 or 8. He didn’t wake me by barking or scratching at the door or something equally doglike. No, I woke up because he suddenly jumped up on the bed and just sat down next to me. Smalldog never jumps on the bed. He doesn’t jump on the bed because he knows he’s not allowed on the bed. I have boundaries. No dogs in the bed. Ever. And he knows that.

So I was pretty astounded. I said ‘What the HELL are you doing?!!’ He immediately jumped down. And then just stood there in the middle of the room staring at…the window? God knows, I tried to ignore him and roll back over and go back to sleep. But…wtf? Why did he do that? And what the hell is he looking at?

Keep in mind my bedroom is on the second floor so there’s pretty much nothing he could be seeing out the window. I sighed, opened my eyes and looked at him again. Still standing there tensely, staring at the window. I listened for thunder – he’s afraid of storms so if he heard thunder, that might alarm him enough to explain his odd behavior. But there was no thunder. There was nothing. I reached over to touch his back and detected just the slightest hint of a tremble. ‘What’s the matter, Lassie? Did Timmy fall in the well?’

He spared me a quick worried glance, but did not relax. (Well, I’m assuming he looked worried – I mean, it was 4 am and it was kind of dark, dammit!) I grumbled. I pulled up the blankets and rolled over and closed my eyes resolutely, determined to go back to sleep.

But it was too late of course. I found myself thinking of earthquakes and vampires. We don’t have a lot of earthquakes in Ohio, but if he felt/sensed one, he might have found it to be …concerning. And I have no idea how many vampires there are in Ohio, but I’ve seen the movies and I know they float outside your bedroom window, trying to entice you into inviting them in…and dogs probably don’t find them enticing.

So…I had to get up. At 4 AM. I found no evidence of earthquakes, no trace of vampires. But the good news is, once I made coffee and he was assured that I was in no danger of getting back to sleep anytime soon, Smalldog felt sufficiently reassured to put himself back to bed.

Little bastard…

Stupid

No I didn’t try….why would I…..do you think I’m stupid