April 17th may have been the most productive greatest Saturday of 2004.
The weather was supposed to be perfect and I wanted to get going early. I even set my alarm because I knew I wanted to get up early and have a productive day. The last few months have been so baby-intensive that the house and yard have suffered a bit.
I was out of the house to Target and Home Depot by 9 am (a new personal best). Michelle had dropped off a bunch of film at Target for developing, including two rolls Emma shot (I’ll get highlights posted soon), so now we have some decent pictures of Stella to share.
I also needed some new gloves. I poisoned my old gloves with the insecticide we’re using to kill carpenter bees. I got a new latex pair for chemical use and then a washable leather pair for the yard. I don’t think the washable leather is going to hold up. That split cowhide might be necessary after all. The new ones feel like batting gloves and it’s only a matter of time before some dry brush or
The poison was first on the list. I hate those damn bees. Did you know that a carpenter bee does not fit through the holes between the strings of a tennis racquet? An important side note: male carpenter bees cannot sting you. So I have that to entertain me.
By 10:30 the poison was up and the lawn was mowed. I even broke out the weed eater for the first time this year. And the weed eater only comes out a half a dozen times a year, so this is a big deal.
Then I washed the cars! Michelle’s car has a problem with the sunroof where water leaks in if she uses a drive-through car wash. It doesn’t leak in the rain and it doesn’t rain under the lawn hose. Weird. This was a lesson Michelle learned while in a drive through car wash. (She would also like me to point out that I am the cause of this problem. She had warned me that the sunroof wasn’t working properly and told me not to use it. I used it but didn’t get it to close all the way. And now it doesn’t move at all. My bad.) I even washed my car for the first time in the two years I’ve owned it. This was a red-letter day, indeed.
The whole neighborhood was out for the sunny Saturday. In honor of my early start I knocked off after the car washing and sat with a few of the guys for a cold, cold beer and a Punch. I smoke, maybe, 4 or 5 cigars a year but if they were all as perfectly timed (and as tasty) as this one I might smoke more. And cold beer never tastes better than it does in the warm sun.
So yeah, I did get a lot done but it wasn’t the Most Productive Day of 2004.
And that’s cool by me.
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