Last week's post was titled, "Yes, it's legal to grow grass in Wisconsin, but no one smokes it." With my withering skills at satire and irony, I thought everyone would be able to distinguish between grass that is cultivated for ornamentation and recreation. Alas, not the case. So let me be clear, this time of the year even a poor weedy and ugly lawn in this area of Wisconsin is going to need cutting at least once a week. Later in the early weeks of July until September maybe I'll crank up the Toro every other week.
As to the consumption of Cannabis, I'm sure the locally conservative population would admit to some of the "weed" being consumed, albeit illegally, for medical purposes. I hope this clears things up.
It is raining today on the shores of Lakie Maria. It was hailing earlier on the downtown streets of Menasha. Today, the wind was occasionally gusty enough to blow the napkins off the outdoor dining tables. Last night, some locals lost power for awhile. Our daily temps are going to skyrocket in the seventies. So much for yard work for today, at any rate.
A Word from the Trophy Husband
While the major revenue producer is enjoying her new position, I'm trying to find productive activity in the community. That is other than being arm candy for the major revenue producer. My efforts at securing a position as a local commentator on the passing residential scene here in the Valley have not been productive. My attempts at becoming an integral part of someone's social media effort has not gone well; it's time for me to start appreciating the fact that I am a trophy husband. But I 'm not giving up. I'm told that the older you are, the longer it takes for you to find a need you can fill in the community.
My Secret Garden,The Outfield Wall at Wrigley Field.
So why, the question might be asked, am I not dancing on air about the performance of my Chicago Cubs? Let me be clear to those of you that don't know why I'm a Cubs fan. When I first moved to Wisconsin, back in the sixties, the only reliable radio station I could get as I traveled from my home base of Tomah, and then, Appleton was WGN. The Cubs made an attempt at championship baseball in those years. I had the opportunity to attend a game at Wrigley. From that point I've had this romantic attachment to the Cub's and have succumbed to the idea that maybe in my lifetime they would play and win the World Series. But, I also have had my hopes raised and dashed too many times to celebrate too early. No today, even with a 9.5 game lead in the Central division, I can't dance on air, it's more like the edge of a razor.
Left Over from Louisiana
Today, I'm celebrating the successful treatment of my friend Danny Chauvan's heart condition. If Danny's heart were a target from the gun range, it would have been changed out years ago. But this stubborn and beautiful man continues to defy the odds, much of his doctor's predictions and continues to infect us with his spirit and wisdom.
I leave you now. Imagine you're on the shores of Lake Maria. In your hand is a beverage of your choice and the air is filled with the odor of the grilled food meeting your palate preference and your ears are being assailed by the sounds of happy Grandchildren. This is my life and it ain't bad.
From the land of sometimes Frozen Tundra, I am the leader of Camp Jeff bidding you adieu.
As to the consumption of Cannabis, I'm sure the locally conservative population would admit to some of the "weed" being consumed, albeit illegally, for medical purposes. I hope this clears things up.
It is raining today on the shores of Lakie Maria. It was hailing earlier on the downtown streets of Menasha. Today, the wind was occasionally gusty enough to blow the napkins off the outdoor dining tables. Last night, some locals lost power for awhile. Our daily temps are going to skyrocket in the seventies. So much for yard work for today, at any rate.
A Word from the Trophy Husband
While the major revenue producer is enjoying her new position, I'm trying to find productive activity in the community. That is other than being arm candy for the major revenue producer. My efforts at securing a position as a local commentator on the passing residential scene here in the Valley have not been productive. My attempts at becoming an integral part of someone's social media effort has not gone well; it's time for me to start appreciating the fact that I am a trophy husband. But I 'm not giving up. I'm told that the older you are, the longer it takes for you to find a need you can fill in the community.
My Secret Garden,The Outfield Wall at Wrigley Field.
So why, the question might be asked, am I not dancing on air about the performance of my Chicago Cubs? Let me be clear to those of you that don't know why I'm a Cubs fan. When I first moved to Wisconsin, back in the sixties, the only reliable radio station I could get as I traveled from my home base of Tomah, and then, Appleton was WGN. The Cubs made an attempt at championship baseball in those years. I had the opportunity to attend a game at Wrigley. From that point I've had this romantic attachment to the Cub's and have succumbed to the idea that maybe in my lifetime they would play and win the World Series. But, I also have had my hopes raised and dashed too many times to celebrate too early. No today, even with a 9.5 game lead in the Central division, I can't dance on air, it's more like the edge of a razor.
Left Over from Louisiana
Today, I'm celebrating the successful treatment of my friend Danny Chauvan's heart condition. If Danny's heart were a target from the gun range, it would have been changed out years ago. But this stubborn and beautiful man continues to defy the odds, much of his doctor's predictions and continues to infect us with his spirit and wisdom.
I leave you now. Imagine you're on the shores of Lake Maria. In your hand is a beverage of your choice and the air is filled with the odor of the grilled food meeting your palate preference and your ears are being assailed by the sounds of happy Grandchildren. This is my life and it ain't bad.
From the land of sometimes Frozen Tundra, I am the leader of Camp Jeff bidding you adieu.
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