On and on, and on, and on ...

On and on, and on, and on ...

Yesterday, it rained. As soon as we got into the house from work, adolfo heads to the back door. "Outside, backyard?" he asks. Carol takes him outside and i change my clothes. From the bedroom i can hear carol open the door. "I think we might need to rake."

When i step outside, the wind is softly blowing, but its hard enough to put some a leaves into a freefall. The left side of my backyard is covered in leaves. The right hand side is bright green.

It isn't long into raking that i am thankful my mother bought me a rake even though i already had one. She had paid the extra 5 or 6 bucks for a rake with a comfortable foam handle. 45 sweaty minutes later nine neat piles of brown leaves and not so ripe pecans lumbered on my lawn. Four 30 gallon trash bags later, my yard was clear again, but i can't imagine that it will be for very long.

As i watched one, two, three, four, leaves gently fall from the tree with the slight breeze, i wondered to myself how many times i would rake before i hated raking; at this point i can't imagine hating it. We were all raking outside by the end of it. Carol had brought me some gloves so i could use the crappy blister-maker rake and adolfo followed us around stomping into the leaf piles.

Although, i could see how after a millenia of picking up after someones leaves one could tire of this. Perhaps the Entwives were just fed up with the Ents leaving their shit everywhere.

Reading:

Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim - David Sedaris

Hearing:

The Postal Service

Watching

Finding Nemo for the 300,000,000th time.