I have been trying to get my backyard into shape.  It is a monumental task.  I did get the backyard fence installed, which has been a long time coming.  I love it.  The dogs aren’t sure what to make with all this new freedom.  It will take some time for them to understand what they are supposed to be doing out there….playing.  Charlotte is always on the prowl for nuts to eat and Bramwell constantly sniffs the ground looking for who knows what.  When he finds what he wants he pounces the ground and starts a frantic digging frenzy.  So I go chase him with the rake until he stops digging.  Quite the threesome we make.  I hope to get the yard cleaned up so I can get it tilled, then I want to put down some lime to counteract the moss and after that plant some grass seed.  We had a fairly decent lawn when we moved in but over the past seven years it has slowly deteriorated into no grass, some moss and a lot of dirt.

I try to grow grass every fall, then nothing comes of it.  Spring rolls around and I try again.  Year after year.  But I cannot give up.  Sometimes I look at my lawn and wonder if it is the window into my soul.  Maybe not a window, but a reflection of my inner feelings.  Tired, run down, old, sad, and very dusty.  Oh and I can’t forget about the erosion.  I think there is a metaphor in there somewhere.  Maybe you can find it for me.

But I digress.  I have great hope for my yard this year.  If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed…nothing shall be impossible unto you.  Truly words I try to live by.  Another blogger asked what our favorite quote was the other day…well..that is mine.  It got me through some tough times back in the eighties and into the nineties.

On Saturday Bogey and I went to a birthday party for a co-worker of his.  He turned 40 years old.  Inevitably the talk turned to how old he was at 40.  They started talking about how long ago the eighties were, as I sit there a good 10-11 years older than most of them.  One guy chimed in and said he was only 32.  Yikes, I thot…I could be his mother.  Then I started thinking about the generation gap.  There definitely is one when we get together with this group of friends.  Most of them are 40 or younger.  I am 52.  Generation gap…I am starting to see it more and more.  Sometimes I listen to their conversations and think…I don’t seem to have anything in common with them.  Is that a generation gap or do we just have different interests?

I don’t hang around many people my age on a regular basis.  I talked on the phone with a good friend tonight, now she is my age, actually she is two months older than I am…it was so nice to sit and talk with her about nothing really.  Her family, my family, the cost of everything from cell phones, to cable TV.  How we both love, love, love the movie Moonstruck.  When going to the movies during our parents youth cost $.05, and then when we went to the movies in the 60′s, it cost $.35.  Now it costs $10 to see a movie, and you need to take out a small loan to buy popcorn and soda.

She is such a good friend and I miss living near her.  We are 15 hours away by car.  I keep hounding her to come and visit me.  I do live near our nation’s capital after all.  There are many, many wonderful things to see.

Well, I better hit the hay as my father was fond of saying.  I took an Ambien and I am starting to sound a little loopy.