When you're all alone with nothing but a wheelbarrow, a pitchfork, and an iron rake for ten hours, you have a lot of time to think:
- I am fully prepared for my meeting on Monday afternoon. I've run through the darn opening at least ten times. That's probably too many, to be truthful. I should have had mulch delivered to the homes of all my team members so that they could be equally prepared.
- I finally figured out what I should have said to the guy who followed me into the MARC parking lot in Jessup back in the early 1990's to complain that I'd cut him off on Route 32. Yes, it took me about 20 years, but I'm now ready, should I ever see him again.
- I'm really not that great at landscaping. As proof, here's a list of all the things I've planted out front that just didn't work. Winterberry, dogwoods, Russian sage, miniature yews, cherry laurels. The list is entirely too long. And, with all those things now dead, that just means even more mulching.
- Kim's right -- I really should have all the remaining scrap pines in the front yard cut down. Every year, another one seems to die. I guess I could just wait for them to fall, one at a time.
- Wally really is no fun. Poor Ginger tries desperately to get him to run around with her but all he'll do is sit stoically and stare into the distance, waiting for Kim to return. He's pathetic.