Hello, and welcome to a Non-Sequitur Thursday Post. I only hope I can come up with a headline sufficiently intriguing to entice people to read what I can come up with. To put things out of order, I lead with my best picture, which I took late in the day, when I gimped on my crutches to the Elks Lodge to see whichever of my friends might happen to be there.
Baby Firefighter?
Logically, I suppose a child dropped the doll and a later by-passer placed it on the fire hydrant so it would be obvious to anybody returning hoping to retrieve said toy. I just thought it looked cool.
When I returned home, I took a couple pictures I perhaps should have taken this morning.
Can you even tell I mowed?
This is usually the day I meet up with some of my Elks friends for breakfast. Unfortunately, I had neglected to find out where they had decided to meet. I could have reached out to one of them to find out, but instead I thought I ought to mow my back lawn before the heat of the day, which promised to come early. Accordingly I went out and checked my gas container, which I had thought was empty and I would have to fill it. It had gas in it! I excitedly filled my power mower.
I was a little worried that it was only about 7:23. I walked out front and saw some guys in a pick-up truck turning around in the apartment building at the end of my street. I flagged them down and asked how early one could get away with mowing with a power mower. They thought 7 a.m. was a good time.
“I just don’t want anybody cursing me,” I said. Two guys in the pick-up thought I was all right. Encouraged, I went back to my mower.
Only to find out I could not start it. I primed it. I checked the oil. I waited and primed it again. I walked out front again and saw a young man who looked fairly muscular. I did not know him but made bold to approach him. Like Blanche DuBois, I have always relied upon the kindness of strangers. He nicely agreed to try. After a couple of tries, he got it started! Unfortunately, his keys were stuck in the safety doodah. Luckily, I was able to ease them out without stopping the mower.
Another view of my efforts. Please ignore the Halloween decorations behind the plywood.
Thanking my benefactor, I went at that back yard! I confess, there is quite a bit yet to be done with clippers, etc. However, when I finished what I could do I was tired!
Oh dear, look at this, I am over 450 words! That is a long blog post for me, and I have no ideas for a headline or a conclusion. Never mind. It is Thursday. I have made a blog post. As my mantra says: We do what we can do, and if it’s not enough: tough!
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