I guess we are lazy and vengeful with our sleep patterns at the new house in Glendale. It's not even 10 am and I'm wide awake listening to the sounds of our gardner inch his way around the house, I'm looking for the lawmower man to round the corner and find that one strange blade of grass that is 10 times too long like 5 days before you realized its growth spurt was similar to bamboo in China. ... (slice), It is also the kind of grass that is between a weed and grass, not one yet not the other. And, no, despite the closures of all the medicinal marijuana shops in LA yesterday, you cannot smoke it.
This is probably the earliest I've been up in the last 4 days. Now I sit, on the couch in the living room, just waiting for the trimmer dude or lawnmower man to round the corner where he can see me, sitting shirtless on the couch starring right back at him through the one window that cannot and will not refuse to be covered by a window shade. It will be a brief but awkward stare. . . I've enjoyed many of these in my lifetime. Many more will come.
I'm sure our gardeners have seen hundreds of naked people sitting or standing sleepily inside the houses, all in various states of 'good morning sunshine' attire, all glaring at the evil that lurks in the sound of handheld machinery gripped by the hired hands all too happy to help our outer abodes look tight, clean and neat.
The sun does not shine out of the butt of our dog. Cloudy weather is in today's forecast.
My wife just appeared in the doorway , heavily pregnant, sleep in her eyes, scowl on her lips complaining that the gardeners are mean and hateful and won't let her sleep, she knows they are intent on cutting down that one long blade of grass set lurking out our bedroom window.
Only in LA! Coming soon! Gardener stories, the musical! I'm going back to wishing I was still asleep in bed while starring out our window...or I'm going to wish I was a gardner,,,,.. bshaw! if that is really a word.....it fits my morning vocabulary perfectly this morning.
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