Back On The Stoop
For the first time in a very long time, I took my coffee out to the stoop. It was too inviting to pass up. The chilly, gloomy weather we had over the weekend replaced, at least for the moment, by sunshine and unicorns.
Fine, there aren't any unicorns in my neighborhood. The closest thing we have are deer. And they make terrible neighbors. I'd rather have unicorns. A man can dream.
In any case, the birds seemed happy to see me return to my morning routine. Their singsong in the bright spring sunshine seemed to swell as I settled in beneath the Bradford Pear tree that sits just outside our front door.
We have two Bradfords in our yard. They are in full flower right now. Their white blooms coupled with the clear, blue sky invited me outside.
Bradford Pear trees are pretty in the spring, but that's about all they're good for. They are considered to be an invasive species. Except for the brief period when they flower, they are a giant pain in the ass. They require constant vigilance or like Humpty Dumpty, they fall down from the weight of their own branches.
Before I know it, I'll be trimming them ... AGAIN. First though, I have to see to the yard. What passes for a lawn at my house needs its first cut of the season.
I readily admit that cutting grass is not one of my favorite things to do. But I genuinely hope my mower starts after I get around to dragging it out from the dark corner of the garage where I customarily park it so it's out of sight, out of mind. It was showing signs of trouble the last time I ran it, before winter set in. I'm cheap. I don't want to a have to buy another one.
Speaking of being forced into buying things, I would have taken Ornery Dog Jasper outside with me, but I haven't gotten over his latest transgression. He chewed through my laptop's charging cord, WHILE IT WAS PLUGGED IN!
It took Jasper all of ten seconds to bite through it. I suppose I shouldn't be shocked (hehe) that he didn't flinch. He's too ornery.
As many others are these days, I'm working from home a couple days a week because of the coronavirus. I need my laptop, so after Jasper's misdeed, I found myself at the big box electronics store. I figure it was either that or tell my boss that my dog ate my homework.
The sales people there were outside, conducting curbside service. I was told, from the required social distance, that the store was only taking online orders for pickup as a precaution against the pandemic. But the sales people were kind enough to hunt up a universal charger for me anyway. It was only after I got home, that my wife found an old charger she had squirreled away that worked.
There are rumors floating around that the coronavirus has made its way into the neighborhood. Just rumors for now, but I suppose it's inevitable - just like the changing of the seasons and Ornery Dog Jasper gnawing on things he shouldn't.