L. E. Hewitt

I have been busy.  I have had forty-three different projects tugging at me simultaneously.  people have been pulling or nudging me to and fro.  I have been trying to satisfy everyone but me.  It's a temporary condition.  It will be better in a few short months.  However, there are personal casualties, trials, and difficulties in the meantime.

Currently, it's the yard.  I mow 3/4 of an acre and it has some hills to it.  My problem is time.  I have only been able to do sections at a time.  The result?  Last night, I finished this week's mowing just to realize that the front yard needs done again!  No fair!  I need a few days off!  Actually, I am seriously considering switching to a Brady Bunch yard!  If you are over forty-five or have watched Nick-At-Nite then you know what I am talking about!  Surely someone can come up with a better yard than grass.   There has to be a better way.

Speaking of the Brady Bunch,  just the other day, I had a discussion with my friend about them.  I am not certain whether to be happy or sad about the fact that I can describe the entire floor plan, in detail, of their house.   There is, however, a problem.  What is under the upstairs bedrooms?  Something just doesn't add up!  The garage was out back.  Alice had the little dinky room off the kitchen.  I need an Alice!  She could fix me snacks and run to the store.  Hey, she could even mow the grass until I find another alternative!