Sweat equity

Got out in the relative coolth of the morning (only mid-70s F) and mowed the back yard.  With temperatures projected to mid-80s (+/- 29 C) and rising humidity, I felt this was a good alternative to heat stroke or myocardial infarction . . .

While working, heard a voice from the burning bush* approving of my ecological efforts, substituting sweat for gas as mower power.  He also was powering a push mower in the misty morning.  I had to explain to our rear neighbor that this was an emergency backup system, and that I anticipate returning to my wastrel ways when the other mower is fixed or replaced.

But for this morning, I display virtue.  You may now, in your best snide Roddy McDowall voice, quote his role as Mordred:  "Virtue is it's own reward."

*Or winged wahoo, an aggressive ornamental shrub that obscures our back fence and the World Beyond.

Uncluttering

Just back from hauling a load of Stuff out to the nature center, where it will be yard-sale'd for the benefit of Wife's continued salary.  Yes, this is where you question cost/benefit ratios...

But it means we get rid of Stuff, like Elder Son's abandoned bike and some aluminum-frame backpacks that haven't left the back room closet in over 30 years...