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When I planned out what work I was going to get through today, I wasn’t thinking that the Little League World Series, the Giants game, and the NASCAR Busch Series race were all going to be on TV at the same time. So it’s a good thing the Big Brother live Internet feeds were off all day, or I might not have got anything done at all.
There was another part to my plan that I never did get around to. I wanted to do some mowing along the side of the house and some trimming along the walkway that leads from the driveway to the front door. It’s no wonder I don’t have any company these days, because the path to my door is an uninviting gauntlet of weeds. You can’t walk along it without getting all scratched up. I know, because I do it every day.
Of course, the real deterrent to visitors could be the wasps that have nested under the eaves just outside the door. I thought I’d made my peace with them. For most of the summer I’ve been walking past them without even thinking about it. Other people notice them when they drop by, but until today I’d almost forgotten about them. Today when I left for the post office they were swarming, and I held my breath as I walked through. This winter I really have to get rid of those nests. I won’t do anything while they’re still living in them. I think it’s probably illegal anyway.
As a sort of appendix to what I wrote the other day about not wanting people to think I’m an idiot when I walk down the street talking (silently) to myself, I have to disclose that I said something out loud today. But it was only one word. “Jerk.” It was directed at the driver of the car that was parked across the driveway cut I had to walk through, so that I had to make a big, unnecessary loop around him. And I didn’t say it until I was past him and he couldn’t hear me (or read my lips). Besides, he’s probably been called a jerk enough times that he thinks it’s his nickname. | 
