Halfsies

In an ironic twist of timing, just as I'm selling my house, and mowing the lawn for perhaps the last time, my lawn mower broke in half.

Not the kind of thing I'm used to seeing, the back half of a lawnmower snapping off in mid-mow.  But that's what happened.  Now I'm faced with the prospect of borrowing Howard's seldom-used mower to finish the job.  But it leaves me wondering if this isn't an omen for my impending move.

It is, after all, the back half of the year.  We're in the back half of the deal to sell the house.  At least I have an uncut back half of a yard to match the back half of my mower.

Why Are You Still Reading This Blog?

Okay.  So lately I really suck as a blogger.  My apologies to anyone still reading.  Here's what's what.

I haven't been writing much.  I think about a page and a half in the last few months.  I've got a three-month-old who keeps me pretty busy.  I suppose nap time ought to be writing time, but I'm usually wiped out by then.  I've always needed to be in the mood to write anyway. 

Being a father has given me fresh ideas for writing.  If only I could find the time.

Our neighborhood is in turmoil.  Howard clings to power like a Middle-east dictator.  Too bad I won't be around to see how it turns out because...

I'm selling my house.  I may have sold it actually.  I wouldn't think one day on the market would elicit a decent offer, but that's what happened.  Since Elliot was born we decided it was important to be closer to family so we're packing up the sunshine and moving home to Michigan.

Just in time for winter.