Rain

Well, I didn't hit a lick at a snake this weekend due to the intermittent piles of water that kept falling out of the sky. Got up Saturday and got over to Camp Coleman to find that it was too wet for the kids to ride, went right back home and cranked up the lawn mower and got 5/8ths of the way finished with the front yard (and a very interesting variation of a crop circle pattern) before it started raining again, went inside and was forced by my sick-of-clutter wife to clean up the pile of receipts and pins and collar buttons and check stubs and business cards and paper and string and pennies and dust that had accumulated on my nightstand. Blech! Sunday was similarly besotted, and we had just gotten Cat ready for her Pony Pals lesson when once more, the rain came down in great big stage curtains (with ropes and swags and everything!) Blech!

Not much done, and not much to write about. No injuries this weekend, no unidentifiable roadkill (thanks J. Bowen!) no odd-looking people (other than the one in the mirror), George Bush is coming to Birmingham this morning, and I have a small park design I have to get drawn up TODAY. So, there will be about 90% less moronic spew for the next few hours. BUT, luckily you can go read all the other folks in the list above, who are all much more betterer writers.

As for the one or two people who are disappointed that there's not much creamy, possumy goodness for today, I can only tell you to be patient. Just as soon as I get some work outta the way, the ill-advised opinions and verbal non sequiturs will return in full force.
posted by Terry at 8:28:00 AM