“Remoted” – Day 458 (Thursday)

Work was crazy busy today in the slightly headachey but sort of exciting way. Things got done. It felt great finally crossing them off with red pen because the list kept getting longer all week. Tomorrow is a vacation day, so next week’s list is already drafted and waiting for Monday morning. This is good. I like knowing what I will be working on and when my project list gets short, I get nervous.

Canine Overlord Moose
of the bumpy throat.

After work there was a mature adult garden salad with a mature adult dressing that had a splash of red wine in with the olive oil, balsamic vinegar, and lemon juice. It was not the most exciting supper. Not like last night’s monotone medley of ice cream and chips. The Canine Overlords liked the cucumber peels and slices and cabbage that they were given during preparation. 

Also in the Canine Overlord realm, it’s Moose’s turn for lumps in his throat.  Winston had a set of matching lumps in April, but Moose has an unbalanced pair of one large and one small. There is now a vet appointment Monday after work, because it’s been a couple weeks since I dropped a few hundred dollars in there. Their receipts are probably suffering withdrawal in the same way my wallet is still suffering sticker shock and separation anxiety. 

After the meager and only moderately satisfying supper, the lawn was mowed and it was quite satisfying. In a series of miracles the lawn mower started immediately and without effort or swearing, not once but three times. At the initial start, after it ran out of gas most of the way through the back yard, and again after moving over to the front yard. Either I’m getting stronger or the oil added the last time helped with the ripcord action. It's probably the oil.

The grass was approaching tall-ish, but thankfully, was a quick mow. The back yard featured a variety of mushrooms scattered among the grass and faux grass. The front yard was dominated by weird weeds and once the mowing was underway, an odd aroma somewhere between mustard and earth stench arose and it was a relief to finish and flee into the house. In Tennessee, the neighborhood would smell like onions when anyone mowed, due to the abundance of wild onion things growing in the lawns of North Clarksville. That was mildly amusing and not unpleasant, but tonight’s front yard mow smell was unfamiliar and yucky. At least I can’t smell it indoors.