I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Slipsliding

Spent yesterday working out in the yard dinging up the new mower blade I just put on. The lawn, btw, looks much nicer after being cut with the new blade. Although the fungus that grew on the bottom of the mower in the caked-on grass from the last mow was a little disgusting. Also pulled up wild rose and buckthorn trees. So today my arms, back, and thighs are killing me.

Yeah, I should probably just cut them off at ground level and paint what's left with brush-b-gone or highly concentrated round-up®. But what fun is that?

So, today we're taking it easy, doing a little light surfing, studying for the two exams this week (final in Nutrition and licensing exam for pharmacy technician). We'll also do some cleaning.

And then, having waxed the cat thoroughly, we'll be staring at a blank screen for an hour waiting for the words to flow.

Hope you have a good weekend as well.

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