Do some people actually have more time than I? Really. I'm not kidding. Is there some universe or parallell dimension where people do in fact have more time than I do? Today, I saw a woman blowing the grass off her drive way. Where she parks her car. Outdoors. I think she has more time than I. And while we're on this subject...the whole yard/outdoors thing, can I just say I'm not too enamored of the whole new life, green leaves unfurling stuff. Now, I don't have to concern myself with merely the interior of my house, I have to pay attention to the outside as well. And the outside is full of dirt! I don't even attend to vaccuuming as often as I should (I found  tinsel behind the drapes last week) and now I have to mow! Which is vaccuuming with a really dangerous Hoover. And don't get me started on garden hoses. They hate me...they really do. They act all docile and cooperative until I am rounding the corner and then...bam! I'm brought up short when the hose embraces the deck post. Sprinklers?? They never display the pattern they illustrate and tell me....when I select right or left ossillation, is it the sprinkler's right or left or mine? Needless to say, my yard is not someplace the Sertomas will hang a sign...well, maybe a black one. Thank goodness we live in the country and no one has a manicured carpet to abutt my mowed off mongerl lawn!

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