Lawns nearly cut.

 

Yesterday's practice = 45 minutes. Well, the weather forecast said that yesterday would be an unusual day - a day with no rain. Even though I no longer feel like a spring chicken, I decided that I had to cut our lawns.

For me it was a hard job, but I nearly got there. I used my wee deater first (no, not a grammar mistake). It may be 'wee' but it makes a good job. I cut around the edges of the lawn and around trees and the bird bath. I also removed some exceptionally high grass growths. Then it was the job of the lawnmower. At close to 4pm I was still going strong. I had a little bit to do out front before I moved around the back and under our outside table. Then the phone rang and we were asked to look after our grandsons. The lawn had to remain not quite finished.

I'm not too worried about yesterday's practice being short because I think my fingers need a bit of a rest. The Orange Blossom Special is quite hard on the fingers so I think I might have to give it a rest for a while.

"Here, Orange Blossom Special,
take this!"

I'll have to choose a replacement tune for Sunday's concert today. Maybe Nature Boy? We'll see.

Shelley has just been out to deliver our elderly neighbour's paper and has inadvertently let a big noisy fly in. 

"Bzzzzzz."

That fly has been making a real nuisance of itself as I write this post.

[toilet visit] The wall fan in the bathroom is tuned to the exact same note as the buzzing of the fly. I knew instinctively that it was a G. I checked and I was correct. Many appliances in our house seem to be tuned to G. 

I'm thinking quite a lot of Peter and hoping that his house sale works out soon.

Peter posing with a pipe.
He has, as far as I know,
never really smoked one.

I looked at Rob's post this morning but didn't read it all, because it was the usual old gospel shit. I'll have another quick look now. It starts off with a quote from some guy named Malachi. I've never heard of him. Wikipedia tells us that the name means 'messenger' and may not be a proper name. His real name might be 'Ezra the scribe'. "Some scholars argue that the Book of Malachi is the result of multiple stages of redaction; most of its text originated in the Persian period, with the oldest stratum from around 500 BCE and redactions into the Hellenistic period."

It just makes me think of that old song:

Bullshit,
Bullshit,
It all sounds like bullshit to me.

I skipped reading the rest of his post. Though I did skim over it.

Hey, the fly has gone! Peace.

Time for me to go too.

Sii gentile.