and what the lawn is good for
It's a good thing I mowed that lawn yesterday, because my brother Tom was in town to celebrate his birthday, and we took advantage of my excellent natural wiffleball field to... play some wiffleball. Since I only mowed to 2 ½ inches the infield was what you might call slow, but at least our feet didn't get caught in the grass, causing us to trip, as might have happened otherwise. We brought speakers outside and listened to music the whole time. The neighbors did not appear to mind.
It was interesting, though, playing ball on my own lawn. As Tom pointed out, if he stepped on the flowers right behind home plate there wouldn't be anyone to get mad besides me. Owning a home is a strange thing: I still don't think I've entirely adjusted to it yet. Oh well, I have a couple years I suppose.
We're going to the Cape tomorrow to celebrate the 4th of July holiday. While wiffleballing I got a good start on my sunburn, so I should be a proper lobster by the time I return to this blog.