...right in the middle of my fairway...so I recently attended a planning commission meeting to register my concerns.
"I must protest," quoth I, "this wanton intrusion of ugliness into the pristine beauty of my golf course development."
"Who are you calling ugly?" the planning commissioner replied testily.
Sensing I may have blundered, I attempted a hasty tactical retreat.
"My darling Kumquat, I-"
"Don't you 'darling kumquat' me," she warned.
"You knew I wanted a gazebo there! They were on sale at Aldi's and we were lucky to get one!"
"Yes, my dearest love," I entreated, "but you should know I saw a spotted owl there just the other day, so I think we're obligated to reconsider-"
"Ha!" she scoffed.
"You wouldn't know a spotted owl if it bit you in the butt!"
"I don't believe they typically attack humans, my angel, but even if they did they're still protected-"
"Enough complaining!" she proclaimed.
"Now make me a drink; I'm going to watch my show."
"What show?" I queried.
"New Amsterdam," she replied. "I recorded it last night."
"But I thought we were watching that new Swedish series from Walter Presents, Crimes Of Passion,"...
...I suggested, fearing with this change of subject my protest may have been given short shrift.
"That was before you started whining," she informed me, "so now I'm watching New Amsterdam.
"And don't make my drink too strong.
"We still have to finish putting the gazebo together."
"Yes of course, my sweetest Cucamelon," I replied deferentially, as a sudden chill swept over the room.
'I suppose,' I consoled myself, as I set to my assignation of mixing a vodka tonic, 'a narrower fairway will just make it a little more challenging.'
Now where did I put that lime?
But speaking of DIY golf courses, work continues on the 3rd green...
...those are bags of sand...the turf is just laying there for now.
I'll remove it, spread the sand, wet it and compact it, then put the turf back on and attach it with the landscape edging.
Depending on conflicts with the gazebo construction schedule, it should be completed within the next day.
Went to see my grandson and his family's new digs...
They've got a nice place in a small town north of the city now...much nicer for raising a family.
Hopefully they will make many happy memories there in the years ahead.
Even though America the Beautiful no longer exists, having been auctioned off to the highest bidder (read: the CCP and their bought and paid for puppet, China Joe), it's still appropriate on this Memorial Day weekend...
...to stop and think of those who, in years past, gave their lives in defense of what was at that time, their beloved country.
As the saying goes, All gave some; some gave All.
A few parting shots on your way out the door...
|the view from the command center|
|don't know what it is, but it's big and it's ugly|
|hardscape plants in glorious bloom|
|late May, early morning indoor fire|
|late May, early evening outdoor fire|
|looks like it’s ready for the new tenants to move in|
|know what this is?|
|a hole in one, that's what that is|
Another rousin' edition of the AMC draws to its fitting end...
|no really...I looked up "fitting end" and that's what showed up|
...and may I just say it was a little slice of heaven being here today.
But it's over now, so move along...that's it, keep shuffling toward the door, folks...nothin' to see here, show's over so go about your business...
later, mcm fans...