Well here it is, Tuesday. What will come to me today?
Well I got on Face book to check my status and all the feeds from Mafia Wars were not being posted. Now I know for most of the people my age and probably you too, that they would have no problem with this. However, I do have a problem with this. You see, I've become addicted to mafia wars. Been on it too much at a time. Need to cut it back to about a hour or two per day. Well today I went and signed off for the day. That's right, Cold Turkey. Not to be confused with the chicken in the fridge. If it is still chicken and has not evolved into something meaner. Of course what could be meaner than a dead chicken? Laying apart wrapped in foil? How about millions of people who don't get their daily fix of Mafia Wars? Yep, sure would hate to be the one who caused that problem.
The lawn needs to be cut. Been able to cut it every week when I was working day jobs. Now on the night shift, I'll let it grow a couple of weeks. Before I cut it that is. It can grow all it wants. After Katrina, the neighbors don't care too much about the high grass. As long as trash is not being thrown in it. One of my neighbors didn't rebuild. I still cut their grass when I cut mine. It keeps the snakes down. It also keeps the Code Inspectors happy. Now there's the job. Vehicle, paperwork, and you get paid too. It just keeps getting better.
Thought about getting different job. At my age, finding enjoyable work is like pulling hens teeth. If you don't get the first one, you're not getting any more.
Do a lot of thinking. That's what people my generation do. We could sit all day and think, think, think. Doesn't do much good though, grass keeps growing, and I still need to cut it. Got me a rider now. It's a lot easier to ride and cut, than walk and cut. It's a lot easier to put it off until next weekend. I'll probably hit it with the weed eater tomorrow, if I can find the garage.
Then again, maybe I'll just read blogs and think the rest of the day. The grass will still be there tomorrow.