OH SHIT!

[I normally write this into a Word file called "Blog" and, once I post it, I delete the contents fo the next day. Imagine my surprise and chagrin when I went to write in Saturdays post and found this was still here. I checked and sure enough, I never posted this. My bad.]

For those of you suffering from a CaptainK withdrawal, I apologize. For those of you who don't give a sh*t, bite me! the original title was:

TGIF and Marching On

I like the phrase “marching on.” To me, it means doing what you gotta do to get it done. And, that’s basically what I have done all my life. I am a German and that’s what we do!

We had heavy fog this morning and, in spite of my short 10 mile drive to work, it was dicey. You couldn’t see what color the stoplights were until you were right on top of them (even though I “knew” they were there). And, of course, you had some idiot doing 50 MPH right on your bumper, so if you had to stop, you’d get creamed.

Oddly enough, when I got to work and discussed this with my co-workers, none of them living north of here saw any fog until they got to like 10 Mile Road.

Back home after work, I treated the cats, changed clothes and then went outside to work on the front lawn. I used the line trimmer to clean up around the trees and flower beds. Then I gassed up and fired up the push lawnmower and cut the grass.

Have you ever noticed that I always say “Line Trimmer” instead of “Weedwacker” like anyone else would say? It’s because I was a technical writer once and am aware of the legal implications. It’s in my blood.

I have HUGE grass clumps here and there and may have to rake the lawn (maybe they’ll get chewed up when I next cut the grass). But at least it’s done.

I checked the lilac and found I had NOT cut off last years flowers. According to my brother Carl, that explains this year’s poor performance. So, I cut them off and cut me two more blossoms for my bedroom. I only have like four blooms left.

Funerals or not, I love that smell! Picture this, if you can... I’m in the back bedroom at the farm (I share it with my brothers Carl and Joe) and it’s a warm Spring night. So all the windows upstairs are open. And, all you smell are my Mother’s lilacs... That smell takes me back...

Back to today and back inside, I returned a call from B___ on Thursday and explained I was and will be in school for the next seven weeks.

After we talked, I made a can of Campbell’s Bean with Bacon soup (I like soup) and ate that watching some taped TV. Then I went to sleep.