Life

Leaf Blowers Should Be Illegal

OK, I know this is going to be controversial, but I think anyone who uses a leaf blower should be sent to prison and subjected to some sort of nasty torment.

I just can’t imagine the incredible mental retardation of anyone who would purchase a device that requires fuel to the tune of $3.30/gallon to operate for the purpose blowing leaves off his property and into the street. Especially, when those same leaves haven’t suddenly become immune to gusts of wind and are just as likely to return to his yard when the wind blows next.

Now back in the stone ages when I was a kid, we had these nifty devices called rakes. You’d drag the rake over the lawn and collect the leaves in a process called “raking”. Once you’d collected the leaves in to a nice big pile, you’d flop down into it spreading them all over the yard again, collect them again, flop down into the pile again, and finally tiring of the immense joy inherent in jumping into a leaf pile, rake up the leaves one last time. Then you’d bag the leaves into large black plastic sacks and put the sacks by the curb to await the trash collection.

Of course, if your parents had a garden, you might instead take the leaves to the compost heap where magic would occur to turn the leaves into stinky top-soil. My parent’s compost heap was really only a place to dump our grass clippings, but I seem to also recall dumping our leaves there.

Still, in a world where we’re rapidly approaching peak production of oil, it seems incredibly stupid to waste that oil on a pointless process like blowing leaves into the street. So write your congressman and tell him to make leaf blowers illegal. It’s about time he got off his fat ass and did something useful for a change.

Lunch at Cafe Macs

One of the great things about Anna now having a car is that we can get together for lunch. Granted, Cafe Macs isn’t exactly gourmet dining, but Molly doesn’t seem to mind.

However, I really need to purchase an iPhone for Anna so that she can get her own directions rather than constantly bogarting mine…

A Moment of Irony

So, I was finally inspired this evening to read It’s All Too Much, a decluttering/organization book that my mother was kind enough to lend me before she read it herself. (Perhaps after years of living with me, and then visiting me, she knew I might need it more than she did. Thanks, Mom!)

One of the first things that the author asks the reader to do is to imagine your ideal life. I naturally wanted to work the answer out on paper.

Now where the heck was a pen?

I might need more help than even this book can give…

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