Spring has officially given way to summer. Today promises to be sunny and warm, right up until it is not. The Saturday morning air is filled with the natural sounds of table saws and lawnmowers as the typical office dwellers have been released into the outdoors to manicure lawns and cut things with sharp, spinning blades.
I too will participate in this weekend ritual, minus cutting things with sharp, spinning blades. I will also put in my time as a weekend shopper, as I need approximately six bottles of red wine (no, not for the sole purpose of this weekend's potential inebriation...I like to think of it as a rotating collection).
This is what the domestic weekend has come to...manicure the lawn, fix things, cut things, buy things. Daughter needs a bathing sit, Son needs shoes. Dad needs antioxidants.
And a boat...
...but seriously, who's got time for a boat when all the free time is used up making the lawn look pretty and cutting large pieces of wood into smaller ones? If I were blessed with boat ownership, the lawn would get neglected...and that development would likely be frowned upon by the neighbors, feverishly competing for the neighborhood's best lawn award. Of course, I could invite said neighbors to go on the boat, offer up a glass of antioxidants and introduce them to the Royal Jazz Hands...neglected lawns and large pieces of wood staying intact, forgiven.
Image all the hand jazzing over the open waters of the Gulf of Mexico! Jazz Hands fishing. Jazz Hands sunset cruise. Jazz Hands island hopping. Of course, there's always a 30% chance of Jazz Hands thunderstorms developing, which would give way to a Jazz Hands mad dash to port. It's all part of the hand jazzing fun.
The summer months bring with them a 30% chance of storms on a daily basis. Distant rumbles will turn to louder ones and about one-third of the time we'll get a good tropical swamping. Today promises to be sunny and warm, right up until it is not. I will be manicuring the lawn. I will be doing my share of weekend shopping. I will not be hand be jazzing my hands over the open waters of the Gulf, but that doesn't mean I can't embrace what today has in store (subtle pun there), and some antioxidants.
Today's Jazz Hands want to be a captain.
Day one-hundred and seventy-three complete.
I too will participate in this weekend ritual, minus cutting things with sharp, spinning blades. I will also put in my time as a weekend shopper, as I need approximately six bottles of red wine (no, not for the sole purpose of this weekend's potential inebriation...I like to think of it as a rotating collection).
This is what the domestic weekend has come to...manicure the lawn, fix things, cut things, buy things. Daughter needs a bathing sit, Son needs shoes. Dad needs antioxidants.
And a boat...
...but seriously, who's got time for a boat when all the free time is used up making the lawn look pretty and cutting large pieces of wood into smaller ones? If I were blessed with boat ownership, the lawn would get neglected...and that development would likely be frowned upon by the neighbors, feverishly competing for the neighborhood's best lawn award. Of course, I could invite said neighbors to go on the boat, offer up a glass of antioxidants and introduce them to the Royal Jazz Hands...neglected lawns and large pieces of wood staying intact, forgiven.
Image all the hand jazzing over the open waters of the Gulf of Mexico! Jazz Hands fishing. Jazz Hands sunset cruise. Jazz Hands island hopping. Of course, there's always a 30% chance of Jazz Hands thunderstorms developing, which would give way to a Jazz Hands mad dash to port. It's all part of the hand jazzing fun.
The summer months bring with them a 30% chance of storms on a daily basis. Distant rumbles will turn to louder ones and about one-third of the time we'll get a good tropical swamping. Today promises to be sunny and warm, right up until it is not. I will be manicuring the lawn. I will be doing my share of weekend shopping. I will not be hand be jazzing my hands over the open waters of the Gulf, but that doesn't mean I can't embrace what today has in store (subtle pun there), and some antioxidants.
Today's Jazz Hands want to be a captain.
Day one-hundred and seventy-three complete.
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