Journal Entry: 12/06/18
Life At Windrush Lake
You know it seems as I get a little older...let me rephrase that...as I get a little older, I just don’t give a damn about a lot of things.
Some are important, but I still don’t give a damn. Like this morning...I walk out on my front porch and see my garden needs tending. I stood there for a while trying to not give a damn and then I realized that my neighbors would be walking by and from the sight of my garden would say “the old man who lives there must not give a damn”.
So...as I sit on my five gallon bucket, the fine art of pulling Burmuda grass comes rushing back in. Nothing to it. Just pull it out, for about four hours, and move on to the Dollar Weed, which is easy to pull but they find themselves everywhere. I mean everywhere. Even under rocks.
I have an ole Scally Wag for a neighbor and he always makes a point to tell me he has some good spray to iradicate the demons. I prefer just pulling by hand.
Guess I give a damn...Well about some things...enjoy your day...Doc
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