I stood looking around the yard the other day. It was pretty overwhelming. I've made a lot of progress with our yard. When I first arrived on the scene it was all pretty uniform--uniformly about four feet tall in all directions. But over the last couple of years I've pared it down so that it's not four feet tall, but it's also not uniform anymore.
Sundance, the horse, helped a lot when he lived here; but since he moved the pasture has grown up quite a bit. I have yet to make the first cut of the year on the yards, lawn tractor troubles, you know.
Actually, its mostly motivational trouble. I really should have gotten the mower up and working while it was still cold but it always seems like just the right kind of day to do something else. Something else like hammock riding or computer using. But then, why blame any one thing? It's the something else part that's really the important part of the equation. It could be dog walking or spider watching or cat petting or...Well, you get the idea. Anything that can't be mistaken for gainful motivation.
I'd like to blame the computer, like Lori does, but the thing really doesn't beckon to me from across the room. Not exactly anyways, just flashes its screen saver a couple of times but then I'm the only one that can see that. I guess I'm just on the same wavelength or something. Lori thinks my waves lost their length long ago. (You probably think so to, at this point).
You know, I used to blame not getting anything done on the fact that our inside dogs think the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. You see, if they're in the house they want to be in the yard and vice versa. So, because I'm always letting them in or out, I can't get anything done. Did you ever see one of those little pet doors that allow an animal to go in and out on its own, so had Lori. I put it in last night and was quite proud of myself, until today that is, when it dawned on me that I had lost one of my best excuses. It's not that I can't find another excuse, it's just that now that I've realized that I was using excuses to procrastinate. I really should just go on and do the things that need to be done. I would have to be pretty deep in denial to find another excuse. Lori just said that denial wasn't the only thing that was getting deep around here. I told her that we didn't even have the horse anymore and we never had a cow (heifer, bull or otherwise). Lori's like that though when she first gets up from an afternoon nap.
It is Sunday afternoon though, so I guess I'm safe. I can't be expected to start any big projects on Sunday afternoon. You know, I was never very good on Mondays, so it wouldn't be a good idea to start something new. Tuesday I always hang out at the paper. I'm sure I had something planned for Wednesday. Maybe Thursday, because I hate starting things on Friday. Then again Thursday is pretty late in the week, too. Oh well, this summer will probably be long enough to get this stuff done.