Well, better late than never. Today, Apr. 8, is the first time I've set mower to grass since, oh, last October or late September. Spring seems really late this year. Last year I trucked out the ol' cutter in early March, I am certain. In any case, the grass needed the cut. And that's just the front yard. The back "yard" is more properly assorted patches of dirt and little flowering grass clumps--many trees back there so a lot of shade, plus rocky soil, hence not much to mow. But the upshot is I didn't mow the back tonight. I'll get around to it at some point.
Not much motivating me to write in here tonight, oddly. Maybe by blathering for a while I'll discover a subject. Here:
Baseball! The season has started. The Braves are, lessee, 2-1 as of this afternoon. They got out way ahead but then gave up eight runs in the seventh. Still, they appear to have brighter spots this year than last. But I figure I should give 'em 25-30 games before I pronounce judgment.
And speaking of baseball, we're slowly finalizing plans, me and the boys, for my bachelor party Saturday in less than a month. The plan is to see the May 2 afternoon game against the Astros, beer it up a little bit, then adjourn to a lovely watering hole and/or restaurant and beer it up some more. No strip clubs, please. I'm young and innocent.
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