Lordy, I've Got Ramblin' on my Mind

It's Monday and several overdue service calls have to be done this morning. If all goes well another attempt to do away with the jungle around the beach house will happen this afternoon. The yard looks really bad and this is the last year for the ugliest fence in Lee County. Next year the wisteria can wrap around some new barrier to keep people from wandering into the yard on foot or via automobile. Hope Arnold, opossumus germanicus austriabodicus, will approve.

The riding lawn mower still has a cable snapped. My ability to replace this item is null and void. I'll gladly pay money if someone wants to tackle it. If you drive by the beach house and see a push mower still running beside what appears to be a beached whale be sure and have them sing "The Finer Things" by Steve Winwood at the funeral. It's a love song of sorts, but reflects positive and personal attitude about life, the universe, and everything. The Methodists won't mind.

or time is a river rolling into nowhere
We must live while we can
And well drink our cup of laughter
~Winwood, (complete lyrics here)