Wednesday Twitters

I've got the twitters today, and Tuesday has already passed. I bypassed the twitters yesterday because I was too anxious to write about my neighbor Janice and her lawn and garden operation.

I found out later that Janice and Mark have a wedding scheduled for their backyard this summer, so I'll not go too hard on them for racing ahead of the game in our annual "Lawn and Garden Beautiful" competition. When you've got a wedding, you've got a good excuse for going all out at dressing up the place.

As for me, I don't think I'll ever catch up with Janice, but my OCDC condition keeps me crazy about weed eating, lawn mowing and digging up new dirt. So, I'll just do my best and plan to spend the spring and summer once more drooling over Janice and Mark's superior landscaping product.

Back to the twitters. There's nothing, in depth, going through my mind this morning except the urgency to get this thing written and get out there. Today begins real spring as we love it. Temps almost in the 60s and reaching almost the 70s by Friday.

No rain. And end to mud as we've hated it and a beginning to the prospects of actually mowing the lawn. By the way, Janice told me yesterday her lawnmower would be seeing its spring premiere before week's end. I told her that once the lakes leave my lawn, I'll be putzing around mine too. No fair. She lives on a hill where the water drains off a lot quicker.

When I start my 2010 continuous mowing project, I'll be winding in and out of doggie tracks cuz we're gonna have five of them again through Sunday. Willie and Debbie are going to the JEA National Journalism Convention along with 19 journalism students, 6 yearbook students, my sister Barbara and the SHS principal Dr. Becky Kiebert.

While they're in Portland keeping track of teenagers, I'll be in Selle keeping track of dogs. This time, though, we've added a few new twists to the doggie-sitting operation.

Last time, within an hour of when my doggie-sitting duty officially ended, Brooke and Todd ran off. All I could think of in their absence, while screaming out their names, was the time the dump truck had to come to a screeching stop to avoid hitting my errant Lily horse who had quietly disappeared from the Lovestead and found friends at Andersonville over on Selle Road.

"Not on my watch . . . they're not going to get squashed into the pavement, " I thought while frantically trying to yell loudly enough for the lost dogs to hear me from wherever they happened to be. After ten minutes, they finally reappeared in the lawn, with tongues hanging out. They came from the south where Selle Road and its fast drivers happen to be.

Five minutes later, Brooke again disappeared, as I was standing and raking in the lawn. Right under my nose, that dog ran off. After more frantic screams of "BROOKE . . .HERE, BROOKE," I spotted her, galloping back to the Lovestead down the center of South Center Valley Road from the south which would again be from Selle Road.

So, for this four-day sitting session, we've strung strings between the big trees in the yard. Dogs will have newer, longer leashes, and dogs----if they don't get tangled up in themselves---will stay happily within the yard. And, I'll smile, while sitting blissfully on my riding mower, knowing they are safe.

Lots to do out there, and it is calling. I don't know what time Janice starts on her lawn work in the morning. I'm guessing she has some accounting to do for their business, so if I get an early start this morning, maybe I can accomplish a little catching up with the Johnsons.

Enough twittering from this old bird. Have a great Wednesday.