Your Glorious Leadership, having ensured that the sun would shine and the birds would chirp this weekend, spent yesterday and today attending to various Public Works, including (but not limited to) the Great Raking of Leaves and substantial output from the People’s Department of Garage Tidying. From these works, your Glorious Leadership has divined two truths:
- Having a garage to tidy is fun. For a little while; and
- Some leaves just will not be raked.
Some time was also spent Saturday morning attending to Certain Veterinary Errands for the betterment and well-being of the indigenous Juniorvanian fauna, an exercise that can only be described as spectacularly ill-conceived from an international trade/balance of payments perspective, given the astonishing outflow of Juniorvanian currency involved. Although the doctor in question is well-liked and respected by your Glorious Leadership, it would be more in keeping with that gentleman’s economic modus operandi if he wore a black mask, forced us to raise our hands before relieving us of our treasure, and placed it in a burlap sack marked with a large black dollar sign before creeping rather quickly out the back door to a waiting getaway car. I’m just saying that my experience would be enhanced with some better production values.
We have, simultaneously, a garage that was tidy for roughly two weeks (this prior to me putting in a drill press and proceeding to knock together some movie screens … three years ago … and then there needs to be someplace to stash all the bulky diapers/wipes/toilet paper/etc.) and a tree that, when the time comes to shed leaves in the fall, throws down the most fragile pieces available, shattering into millions of tiny fragments when looked at incorrectly. We end up picking up our yard by hand (thankfully, it’s a small yard).