The Finch Formerly Known As Gold

31 July 2004

Window of opportunity

Two or three days of rain, one day of "partly sunny," and a return to more summerlike (read: "hot") weather predicted for the weekend. So what did we Moderately Sophisticated Urbanites do with our Friday evening?

Right. We got out the lawn mowers. I don't think I've ever heard so many of the contraptions going at once. It was a gloriously irritating cantata in n-part disharmony, a sound-effects record of angry bees played loud at 16 rpm, the occasional string trimmer adding counterpoint.

Oh, and the back yard looks pretty good, too, though I should know better than to do this after putting in an eleven-hour day. Everything south of my chin hurts.

Posted at 8:39 AM to Surlywood