Spring. It's that lovely time of year when I'd normally weed my beds and browse local nurseries for some annuals to tuck into corners.
If I still had my yard.
I don't, obviously.
Better Half and I decided to claim the backyard here as our own. We aren't granted any space inside for decorating. The backyard is ideal for stretching our imaginations.
All things considered, it isn't a terrible back yard. It has a hibiscus bush and a snowball bush. And grass. Lots and lots of grass. Too much grass to cut in a day. It isn't that the yard is horribly large. Instead, it's a postage stamp sized treasure filled with a fuckton of established sod.
We haven't even started the beds yet. My parents aren't high on outdoor maintenance, thus the sparse yard is accompanied by a rotting deck filled with trash. It annoyed me all winter. I don't have any "before" pictures, but I'll give you a taste of what we found once we ripped the decompos…
or Why I Don't Get Involved in Political Talks with Americans on Forums.
By now, people have heard about the actions taken on people protesting the opening of the new US Embassy in Jerusalem. This event has sparked a renewed interest in the Middle East.
Not a "real life" renewed interest. No, this puppy is a hot topic searing through online forums. The line in the sand isn't being drawn between Israelis and Palestinians. Nope. It's between the ignorant and the educated.
The ignorant are simply those people that bark the loudest about things they know the least about. Case in point:
Granted, I'm not all "فلسطين حرة" hardcore. Palestine is a de jure sovereign, no? The actual history is fairly interesting. The Israel-Palestine conflict: a brief, simple history Vox uploaded that video in 2016. It doesn't capture the current situation. Still, history is history. I won't go into what sides I support. I think there's a lot of bullshit b…
The lawn is my bane. I loathe mowing grass. My ideal yard is nothing but flower beds which I weed as part of my decompression process. The current backyard is geriatric-creative. A snowball bush, a hibiscus tree, and lots and lots of aggressively-growing grass.
Better Half and I aim to change that. We've already planted a tree. We'll drop in a few beds. We'll fashion a paver stone patio and put in a fire pit ring for those nippy autumn nights.
Those projects are on the to-do list. Currently, the grass is shaggy and perpetually soggy after several days of solid rain. The skies are currently overcast. Thunder caresses the horizon. It's come down to mow now or suffer once the rain lets up (Thursday) and the grass has tripled in height.
That's Ohio, fam. Shit grows like mad out here.
What recourse do I have? There's no escaping my plight.
One of the nice things about getting old…