It’s my daughter’s birthday this week. That means my house will be filled with fifteen or so five- and six-year-olds. Which means fifteen or so parents. Which means we have to clean the house. And since we have house cleaners, that’s easily done every two weeks. But outside, that’s a different story. Outside is my realm. Or responsibility, I guess. It’s my realm most of the year, but it’s my wife’s this week. Because the fifteen kids and accompanying guardians will see the house, and the house must be in presentable shape when they do. Which means leaves must be raked and lawns must be mowed. All of which I do, by the way, but since my daughter’s birthday comes right around the time the leaves fall and the grass starts growing and the oak pollen drops from our many, many oak trees like giant yellow clumps of snow as soon as the gentlest of breezes comes along, it’s kind of a constant battle this week. Apparently we don’t want people to know pollen falls in our yard. To be fair, there’s a lot of it. A lot. Tons. And tons of leaves, too. But somehow they all manage to get dutifully picked up or mowed under before guests arrive. So that’s what I might be doing instead of blogging insightful stuff for you this week. And sneezing. Because pollen. But if time consumes me – I’m supposed to be finishing edits for The Navigators, remember? If time consumes me and I don’t create insightful stuff, look for reblogs of cool stuff I wrote before that you probably never read. This post is fair warning, that’s all. And I’ll try to update the posts instead of reblog them so they don’t look like leftovers. Which is what we’re eating this week because the wife is doing yard work with every spare minute of her time, too. But it’s worth it because our house looks pretty snazzy when the hedges are trimmed (her area) and the pool deck is clean (also her area). The driveway will be free of leaves (my area but she bought a leaf blower so she may be taking that over, too). And the 80 or so bags of leaves (no kidding) I collect will find their way to the curb just in time to be disposed of by the yard waste guys the day before the party. It’s really quite a feat. And it happens all this week. Keep your fingers crossed for sunshine or I’m screwed.
UPDATE: I had a pretty productive Tuesday morning so the posts this week are all new stuff. Never mind.