After sitting here doing bills and cleaning up my desk from the last month's accumulated nonsense, I am going to go and inspect furnaces and electrical boxes with a rep from my insurance company. This means hunching over in too short basements filled with spiderwebs on the third straight 90 degree day with a flashlight.

Well, at least the basements were cool. The ins. guy tells me that all electrical boxes need to be circuit breakers. one house isn't, so I expect to get a letter from the ins. Co. any day now. Boy does that make me happy!

I guess I'll go murder some grass with the lawn mower and pull out a few 6' tall goldenrods that are trying to take over my monk's hood. It's only 92 degrees F out there now-perfect timing for outdoor work.

So I was out mowing and I realized that my weed strewn lawn, filled with wild strawberries, dandelions, the infamous tall spiky things and wild blackberries, is green and lush looking. My neighbor's lawn, enhanced by professional treatment of some sort, is kinda brown and krispy looking. I'm thinkin "Hooray for the weeds." My "If it's green, mow it" philosophy seems to be working.

I've been coming back to this silly blog all day, and I still haven't come up with anything worth saying, so I guess I'll call time and go get corn for supper. It's beginning to sound too much like a loooong twitter.

Talk atcha later