I got out of work early yesterday in compensation for working Saturday. I thought I would use the afternoon productively, with my activities depending on the weather. I first stopped at J.C. Penney to look for new slacks for work. Did you know it's nearly impossible to find size 36-31 slacks to begin with, much less in flat/plain front in a color I like? I only bought one pair, and it wasn't even in the color I was looking for. I'll have to try the west-side store.
Since I was in the neighborhood anyway I decided to stop at Jiffy Lube for an oil change. Apparently so had everyone else because it took almost thirty minutes for me to get in. They managed to talk me into getting the differentials and transfer case serviced, but that's OK.
After all that about all I had time for was heading home and mowing the lawn. When I was done I didn't have the energy or the motivation to do anything else, even though the garden is still in need of a lot of work. The downpour of rain we got Sunday caused some erosion, showing how badly we need to get some flowers planted, if only to help hold the soil together.
As I was returning to the house after putting the mower away in the shed I saw a couple out walking their dog, a Boston terrier. Frankly, I'd be embarrassed to be seen with a dog that small, but there they were. The dog had stopped to relieve itself, on my lawn, of course, which didn't bother me, since the owner clearly had a plastic bag in her hand with which to pick up said feces. What did bother me though is that the dog had the nerve to bark at me. It's my own lawn, and a stranger's dog is barking at me. Damn little yappy dogs. I've really come to appreciate Maryanne's term for them: "kick-me" dogs.
Mood: Thoughtful
Music: Billy Squier: "In the Dark"
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