You know those jokes about trimming toenails of those of advancing age? They’re not all jokes.
I am not to the hedge clipper stage, yet, or even close, I think. But between the initial stages and my being less limber than I once was, toenail trimming has turned into a chore. One I have to make a little extra time for.
Being a weekend, I had a little extra time available. The fact that the Mariners didn’t make the playoffs weighs heavily on that fact. So, let’s check this off of the chore list. Does having a glass of wine first, along with an afternoon smakeral help or hinder?
Who knows, but I forged ahead. I don’t think I will really know the full answer for a few days (socks snagging on rough edges) or weeks (I need to cut them again already?!). What I can say is I finished the chore faster than normal. At least it seemed like I did.
On a slightly related topic, it is fungus among us season. Mushrooms are popping up everywhere.
It’s also spider time. Walking into our backyard to look at mushrooms, I went through at least one web. Luckily this doesn’t phase me. I got used to having to clear a path if I were the first one on the path to the outhouse for many a summer morning. Being at the cabin, with the outhouse, was my favorite place, so it was just part of life and now a treasured memory.
In other news from the past week, I successfully made a keynote presentation to the Washington Association of Boundary Review Boards. It was a short presentation, with examples of projects over the past 2 years. My closing points: Communicating with your neighboring purveyors makes for smoother boundary decisions; political boundaries do not always make good service boundaries (water and sewer service); and I really am turning into a bureaucrat or at least a person who appreciates a good one.
In other, other news, two more baby boys have joined our circle. A neighbor two doors away welcomed their second boy, Adrian. He’s adorable and they’re exhausted. Our daughter’s sister-in-law had her first, just last night, Alex. He’s a cutie too. But really, there must be somebody having girls! Our immediate family’s next generation is all boys at this point, 4 of them. Cousins have added girls, but it just seems very heavily weighted to the male scale.
I think it’s time for me to stop going on. Blame the wine … it’s as good an excuse as any.
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