27th July 2025
I think I was in Kelli’s bad books, no, I was in Kelli’s bad books. All I did was pull out some “ weeds” that were growing in the path. It was as if I was committing a crime against humanity.
She summoned me to the scene of the crime, and pointed to two clear spots on the path. I felt the full force of the guilt, and to my credit, gave a good account of myself, but to no avail. There was nothing worse in Kelli’s eyes than ending the lives of two weeds. I would have less aggro if I had punched a nun.
The problem is it was not the first time I’ve been accused of pulling out a plant, and I expect it won’t be the last, in the mean time I have to grovel to the Mother Teresa of plants for an unspecified amount of time.
The humidity is still overpowering, we even floated in the pool early. The heat must have been too much for the small pump that we used to inflate various parts that seem to lose air regularly. “Why don’t you use the pump we used for the paint sprayer” Kelli chipped in with.
“Maybe the end of the small pump will fit the end of the hose”
Damn it, I never thought of that. Fitting the parts together was difficult, but it worked, and it inflated things so quickly that it was a wonder they didn’t explode.
Then it was up to Kelli’s mums for ice cream, talk about a full day.
Another Lifetime to go 