At Your Meme’s House

This week’s song is dedicated to Hotspur, who probably heard the original on the radio.

MMM 381: Summer’s End

I knew  girl named Summer in high school.  She had a nice end.  I’ve got some work to do before the snow falls, so the break in the heat is welcome, but winter always brings difficulties.  Yes I know summer doesn’t really end for another 3 weeks or so with the Autumnal Equinox.  I don’t celebrate commie holidays, so I needed another theme.  I choose to celebrate Labor Day most years by working as hard as I can at something for which I won’t be paid, as a remembrance of what communism really is.

The toe of a dromedary.

MMM 373: A full ton of grass clippings

So if you ever let parts of your lawn “go” in the hopes of making hay out of it, you’ll get some surprises.  You may find that some of it is actually rye and timothy, which will grow tall and straight and will become hay readily, but you’ll likely also find that quite a bit of it… doesn’t.  You’ll see some grass that has thin, whispy blades that fall down, twist into cowlicks, and generally get matted like a long-haired cat with bad grooming habits.  If you subsequently try to mow that, you’ll learn that there’s a limited amount of torque your mower is actually capable of exerting, and you’ll get to do a few restarts, assuming you can even clear the deck and let the blade spin again.

Meg squats is her yoo boob channel.

MMM 373

Good morning all.  I hope you’re all well.  I have to figure out some way to block the 3rd season of my daughter’s show where they reveal that one of the characters has “two dads”.  It’s not overdone or flashy about this, but it’s a show about art for pre-schoolers.  Why does it need this aberration?  Weimar America, folks.  Part of why I made this series all about mushrooms for a while was a sense that in some small way I was part of the problem, effectively rebroadcasting porn in a sense.  I do find a genuine sort of inspiration (and no small amount of motivational shame) in looking at fit women, but it’d be a lie to say that’s all I’m looking at here.

Tidy room, prolly a hotel.

MMM 371

Power outage yesterday helped us learn that the breaker in the house labeled “barn” might not be connected to, well, anything.  The barn appears to be wired to a breaker labeled “OUT” in the breaker box in the other basement.  Neat!

Big balls around this place.

MMM 369: I’m sick

I need to detox or catch up on sleep or something.  Been sick off and on for a couple of weeks and haven’t been to the gym in going on 2 months, just haven’t felt up to it.

So clearly, these aren’t working.

Pretty smile.

MMM 367

Mother’s Day went well at our house, and I pray the same is true in yours.

Not my mom.

MMM 366:New record!

Got every bit of mowable lawn mowed in 2:50 yesterday.

Wrist tat ruins this.

MMM 364: Financing

I’ve got some running around to do in the immediate future, coping with us being a one-car family for the morning then heading to my credit union to arrange the loan for the new-to-us truck that’s eleven years younger than our old new-to-us truck.  In the midst of that I’ve got morning meetings to not attend.  Good times.

Camo pants.

MMM 363: Not Spring

It snowed here yesterday and my dad tried to tell me that California’s stupidities “don’t affect you”.  My mom shut me down before I could give him a deserved — respectful — verbal thrashing.

Glistening.