As some of you know, I engage in an annual contest with my yard and grass to see who gives in first. Sadly, my record is not good. This brings out the rather pertinent question of why I continue to engage in behavior that doesn’t always provide me with the satisfaction I crave.
Good question.
To answer this, let’s step back a bit, shall we?
I have this deep personal problem where I feel the need to understand what the hell is going on here. This results in two things: I do find that the answers are out there, and that there are solutions to all our many and varied problems. This is most uplifting. Then, of course, is the practical matter of most of it never happening because it might make the world a nicer more equitable place, but requires our politicians to work, talk to the other side, compromise, and where’s the fun in that? This is the most bumming.
Deep cleansing breath.
And to be honest, knowing why the world is as it is, and why people do what they do, while elucidating, is not helpful, unless you like to exasperate the people you know who don’t care, don’t want to hear about it, or desire to be corrected factually in any way, shape, or form.
Just stand over there and please (stated occasionally, but often not) be quiet.
That we’re being manipulated by the privileged elites on one side or the other (or both) as they fight for dominion is just a part of how business is done these days. So, pick a side, bub!
This brings me back to my somewhat sordid conflict with my lawn. It’s similar in that there are practical solutions that should make everything nicer, certainly for me, yet, paradoxically, only makes me nuts that every year I must continually fight this beast, while my neighbors do nothing, and yet have perfectly serviceable yards. It’s not fair I tells ya!
(I will add that some of that is due to other circumstances. In this case, the fact that it turns out wood is not forever, and after 60 years our deck needed to be replaced. And we all know how careful construction guys are on lawns. No doubt the people who buy this house when I can no longer afford the taxes will appreciate that. (They better!))
Anyway, if nothing else, it’s a quiet conflict that allows me to wallow in whatever playlist I’ve selected on my beloved iPod, which those bastards at Apple have decide to no longer make. Totally bummed… What was I talking about? Oh, yeah, grass.
Well, at least the rest of the yard looks good.
Small favors.
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