Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Sunday, July 24
I don’t think we’re going to get Yard of the Year…Even in our small town, where lush lawns aren’t the highest priority…Ours is looking pretty ragged…I mean, it has always been an eclectic assortment of grasses, weeds and whole grains and, lately, fungi, but are even more weeds than ever before.
Mowed the lawn today…Despite my instructions, The Wife did not mow the lawn while I was gone and today was really the first opportunity to do it…It needed some TLC…Actually, it needed my TLC…It needed mowing and watering and me talking to it…I don’t say too much to it…I do try to put in an encouraging word in the really dry spots, however and there were enough of those so that it was more or less running conversation today…The Wife insists she watered while I was gone, but I know better.
While Yard of the Year might be out, the county fair is next month, here in town, so we have some hope of coming back strong with an award there…Recall last year The Wife’s turnips took the coveted Second Premium ribbon, tho there won’t be a repeat this year because The Wife couldn’t be bothered to grow turnips this year…There are a variety of other options for county fair entry, altho The Wife hasn’t said what she plans to enter yet…I don’t think our apple tree will be ready for entry, however.
Her Majesty spent the day alone in the house while The Wife and I were at work and we came back to spotless kitchen…Not only that, the knives, forks and spoons were all organized, a phenomenon in our kitchen on par with planetary alignment…Her Majesty’s influence was even felt in the bathroom…We have a towel rack above the can and The Wife and I, well, mainly The Wife, had been in the habit of rolling the towels up for storage.
Not anymore…The towels are now folded prior to being stowed on the towel rack.
The Diary of a Nobody is a novel. All elements are either made up or are used fictitiously. Any other use is a coincidence.