I walked. It was hot. Sometimes I had to walk in the middle of the day, and it sucked. To entertain myself, I took pictures of whatever I found interesting.
On Monday I took a picture of a lawn that refuses to die. For months these homeowners have had a black tarp weighted down with rocks and clay pipes on their lawn and, as you can see, sunlight and water is still getting in. You kill your lawn if you are planning to replace it with a grass of a different variety, and the way to do that around here is to suffocate it with a tarp that is impenetrable to light and water. What we have here, folks is a tarp fail. We’re going to do this when we’re ready to get rid of our splotchy St. Augustine/Fescue/Bluegrass mixture (no idea what the previous owners were thinking) and this house isn’t filling me with confidence.
A tennis ball torn in half and filled with water. It was a jacuzzi spa for fairies.
On the day I took the picture of the medicine bottle, I did not take the picture of the 7 condoms scattering all over the road in front of the same lawn and I deserve a round of applause for this because forget the medicine bottle, that’s what really had my attention on Wednesday. The condoms were unrolled but unused, so I think they were part of a prank or joke or something that involved a bachelorette party or teenaged boys. I’m sure you’re imagining me prodding them from a distance of mere inches with a blunt stick, but I was able to gather all the information I needed with a quick glance as I sidestepped them on my walk.
On Thursday I took a picture of a cool looking stick half submerged in a gutter full of sprinkler runoff, but I’m new to the app PicTapGo and lost my pictures. I didn’t realize this until hours later, so I took a picture of my shoes, socks, and pants where I left them at the end of my bed. I was not happy (understatement) but I learned a lesson and since then have double checked that every image I take on my walk saves to the camera roll.
I found a glove in the middle of the road waiting for me to give it a high-five. Creepy, but not as creepy as finding it’s mate 20 yards down the street.
Just when I thought I wasn’t going to find anything interesting on Saturday, I found Hi. And did you know manhole covers are made in India? I didn’t, though I’ve since been told Clay & Bailey of Kansas City, MO has produced them for the last 100 years and continues to do so. (Thanks, Amy!)
I’ve got nothing. What else is new? I suck at gratitude lists.
Oh, I am so close to giving up on this component of my project, but I refuse to throw in the towel. Heather may not have provided me with motivation to start reading again, but she did make me laugh with this list of 38 Things Catholic Girls Love. If you are sensitive to a little Catholic ribbing, you may not want to read the list. Some people were offended. (“This has not been my experience as a Catholic!”) I thought it was hilarious, especially number 18. Because, come on.
Song of the Week
Radioactive — Imagine Dragons
Mikey fell in love with this song last year when he heard it on the History Channel. Now it’s on the radio all the time, which thrills him.