Monday, August 22, 2005
It's too damn hot for a penguin to just be walking around!
Ironic or just a pain in the ass?
Every day last week I had planned on returning home from work with the thought of mowing my lawn. I had already received numerous letters from the home owners association stating that my yard was an affront to the community and if I did not take care of it, they would send me another letter. Well, since I did not want to load the postman down with any unnecessary written communication, I thought it best to take care of the weeds, edging and general maintenance of my yard.
Now some of you may wonder why someone as responsible as myself would be in such a situation with the HOA. Well, with as many weekends that we are not home, coupled with the antithesis of a drought, the end result is a jungle in the back yard (luckily it's fenced so that no one can actually see it), and wild growth in the front (I've maintained the front a bit more just cause it can be seen and ridiculed).
Well, since my plans were dashed all week long by mother nature (and the fact that the HOA doesn't seem to understand that you can't really cut wet grass), it was left for the weekend. The forecast called for sunny and clear. What it failed to mention was that with the heat index it would be about 108 degrees.
So for two days, I toiled in Sahara like conditions, mowing and edging, weed whacking and weed killing, filling up bag after bag with yard refuse. I think I may have incurred some damage. Heat stroke, fatigue, whatever. The upside is, whatever impurities that may have been lodged within my pores have been sweat out and now contaminate my yard.
Course, now that the weekend is over, the forecast calls for rain throughout the rest of the work week. I'm not sure when I pissed Mother Nature off, but rest assured, I did. ¶ 12:26 PM
Every day last week I had planned on returning home from work with the thought of mowing my lawn. I had already received numerous letters from the home owners association stating that my yard was an affront to the community and if I did not take care of it, they would send me another letter. Well, since I did not want to load the postman down with any unnecessary written communication, I thought it best to take care of the weeds, edging and general maintenance of my yard.
Now some of you may wonder why someone as responsible as myself would be in such a situation with the HOA. Well, with as many weekends that we are not home, coupled with the antithesis of a drought, the end result is a jungle in the back yard (luckily it's fenced so that no one can actually see it), and wild growth in the front (I've maintained the front a bit more just cause it can be seen and ridiculed).
Well, since my plans were dashed all week long by mother nature (and the fact that the HOA doesn't seem to understand that you can't really cut wet grass), it was left for the weekend. The forecast called for sunny and clear. What it failed to mention was that with the heat index it would be about 108 degrees.
So for two days, I toiled in Sahara like conditions, mowing and edging, weed whacking and weed killing, filling up bag after bag with yard refuse. I think I may have incurred some damage. Heat stroke, fatigue, whatever. The upside is, whatever impurities that may have been lodged within my pores have been sweat out and now contaminate my yard.
Course, now that the weekend is over, the forecast calls for rain throughout the rest of the work week. I'm not sure when I pissed Mother Nature off, but rest assured, I did. ¶ 12:26 PM
