It's the thought, time and sweat that count

So I returned from vacation last night to find that our lawn had been mowed for us while we were gone. Keep in mind it hasn't exactly been a great lawn growing season this month: hot, with little rain.

My neighbor was overseas this Spring on military assignment and while he was gone I and another neighbor took care of the lawn for his family. I suppose he wanted to return the favor.

Which he did. And I do appreciate the gesture. I only wish he wouldn't have mowed it as though it were the green on a golf course. The grass is mostly brown, having been mowed close to the roots.

I'll smile, thank him, and water profusely.

Stuck

Q.: What do you get when you mix loosely packed soil, a torrential downpour, and a heavy cement truck?

A.: A very big mess.




He was pouring concrete just to the left of the truck. That area was promptly covered with water. My coworker asked if I think they're going to re-pour the now flooded fresh concrete. Methinks not.

He's been sitting there for two hours, wheels sinking, barrel churning, waiting for...? A drought? A helicopter? Not sure. There's a big pit in front of him, and wet concrete behind him. Let's hear it for overtime pay!

And yes, it's a slow day here at the office. The entertainment has been welcome.