Great clouds this afternoon. Some rain, but that was less interesting. The storm is still building, which is nice to watch, but it will block what should be a tremendous moonrise.
Since I started watering my yard partially from the pond, my lawn looks better than it ever has since my family has owned this place (if you are in to green). It wasn't important to my parents so it was never important to my brothers and sisters, or me. My parents would never have been so impolite as to say it out loud, but I'll bet they considered working on a lawn to be a waste of water and time. We realized that well groomed lawn or lack of well groomed lawn were social niche indicators, and our position in the scheme, but I remember thinking that it was sort of a luck of the draw thing. Some people got lawns and some people got stickers and weeds. I also remember trying to make a lawn a few times (social climbing attempts) and when it didn't work I figured it was probably one of those things that was better left alone and never really thought about it again. That continued for the next 40 years and the only reason I decided to cultivate the lawn was because Kilo started living here full time and I hated for her to have to play and lay in dirt and weeds. So I did and it is working out well. Kilo has a large green lawn to dominate, and when Buddy is here I close a gate and they both have large green lawns. I was in the back yard admiring it earlier and for some reason looked at my brother's yard, and got a big surprise. I work on my yard every day, and actually spend quite a lot of money on it (water and plants). My brother never even walks in his yard. He never waters, he hasn't mowed in years (I usually mow his lawn when I mow mine), but it's as green as mine is. How does that happen?
Bill just called and asked me to come and have a hamburger with him, and also find Camron and bring him in. I found him just in time. He had thrown a rope over the pond sign and used it to pull a swing seat and chains part way up the Morning Glory trellace . The chains were stuck in the vines and he was climbing the trellace to free it. I asked "are you trying to kill me in the dark with these obstacles that you build?" He answered, "You're just in time. I need your help. I need this swing put up here so I can practice hang-gliding." I was trying to act quickly and save the vines without being rude to him so I extracted the swing and told him that the trellace is weak and can't take the kind of punishment that hang-gliders dish out. He was skeptical for only a second, then chose a tree to put the swing in. Another thing about that rope that he was using to hoist his swing, three days ago I went to the pond to do something and it was looped through two fences, around a tree, and through an eyelet on the propane tank like a spider web. It was almost impossible to get around going that direction so I spent probably 20 minutes trying to untie it. First of all, I never found an end, but since there were several knots throughout the web I tried untieing nearly all of them. No way, ever. Then when I came in from work this afternoon, the web was in a completely different place, with completely different knots, and still in the way. I was going to take a knife out later and cut it down so I won't run into it in the dark. Spiderboy needed web to hoist the hang-glider launch seat so he took it down. It must have been easy for him. Tomorrow we will start building on the tree swing.