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CONSCIENCE: The inner voice that warns us that someone may be looking.
-- H.L. Mencken
We
mowed the lawn a few weeks ago. Normally, that in itself isn't that
big a deal (and you're probably thinking to yourselves what the hell's
wrong with these guys, why are they writing about this?), but for us it's
a really really really major task. That night, I coincidentally
got a call from a friend, who told us in a sheepish manner that he hadn't
mowed his lawn in 2 weeks, and it was pretty shaggy. I told him that we
hadn't mowed ours for 2 months, and it was in danger of being designated
a national forest.
He suggested we use a scythe. August 24, 1997
This past weekend, we started to dig up our front yard. Not content to let it go to seed and be called an eyesore, we decided to put in native grasses and perennials, let it go to seed, and have that called xeriscaping. In the course of digging up the turf, we discovered that when the utility company sends you little reminders to give them a call before you do any digging on your property, then you should do just that. The utility company will be doing some work on our street in the next few months, and there was an orange spray-painted line on the lawn marking where an underground cable was buried. We carefully avoided that area, and to our surprise, we found another cable buried in the area we weren't being so careful in. The cable was nicked ever so briefly, and our telephone service is still working, so we threw some dirt on top of the cable and called it a day. September 28, 1997
Just a few days ago, an incident occured in which several people of dubious background had to lie face down in our fresh compost-and-dirt front yard. Needless to say, it was probably a good thing we hadn't gotten around to putting our dozen or so perennials in just so they could be trampled a few weeks later. That was two days ago. Today, Colorado got blitzed with a snowstorm. We now have maybe 12-18 inches of snow on our front yard. Heck, we can't even see where our front yard and the street begins. Which is yet another reason to procratinate. Last updated October 25, 1997 ![]() |