I pledge not to pledge!

Other than The Pledge of Allegiance, I know of no pledges worth taking.

For the life of me, I fail to understand the phenomena of committing to pledges as the latest iteration of the dreaded political litmus test.  Few of the Republican Presidential hopefuls show the backbone or willingness to be a LEADER!  It has gotten to the point where I am forced to agree with a Liberal scribe, such as Karen Heller of The Philadelphia Inquirer, whose Wednesday column reflects my own growing frustration with spine-ophobia.

It is time to begin looking with jaundiced eye at any candidate who feels compelled to kowtow to every political group looking to push a narrow, unyielding agenda.  The trend is growing beyond the point of disturbing.  Is winning in the Iowa caucuses really worth losing any claim to being a strong, independent leader?!?

Don’t get me wrong.  I agree with the underlying premise of some of the more popular pledges.  Others however, like Rick Santorum’s public pledge to remain faithful to one’s wife, are simply silly and capricious.  If we honestly admit to NEEDING such a pledge, then the problem is magnitudes larger than the objectives of all pledges combined.  In reality what we are saying is, “We no longer TRUST you, Mr./Mrs. OfficeSeeker, to use your judgement and do the right thing!”  And that to me, says much more about the shallowness of our expectations than it does the worthiness of any candidate.

And what might we expect in the way of governance from candidates who so willingly allow narrow political agendas to bind their feet so tightly as to make compromise impossible?  Currently over half of the entire House of Representatives has signed Grover Norquist‘s call for no tax increases. 

At this particular time, how does that further the interests of The Country?  Does anyone really believe that with skyrocketing national debt and the sacrifices being made on Main Streets throughout The Country, that taxes on the richest cannot ever be raised? 

The concept of republican government requires compromise.  Without it no progress can be made towards the true goals and interests of the country.  There are plenty of areas on both sides where compromise can and should be made.  But binding one’s feet only guarantees nothing can be done.      

At least ONE candidate has refused to prostrate himself before the pledge seekers.  Jon Huntsman, the former Ambassador to China, has steadfastly refused to take any pledges other than The Pledge of Allegiance and his marital pledge to his wife.  Interesting that he didn’t seem to need anyone to force him to sign for the latter!

That’s a breath of fresh air!

CML Idiot’s Lawn Guide: Chapter 5 – Out, damn spots!

Well, it’s July and Cranky’s front lawn is showing signs that summer’s heat is taking its toll!  It’s an inevitable annual development.  No matter how much rain we get in April, May, June, it’s never enough to get the home turf through the summer unscathed.  And besides the heat, there are other dangers afoot …

Brown spots in your lawn can be caused by any number of things.  At this time of the year the culprits are innocuous occurrences that are simply magnified by the sun and heat.  For instance, I have noticed a good deal of spotting along the sidewalk in front of Cranky Man’s palatial estate.  At first I ran through the more dangerous threats, like over-fertilizing and grub damage; but after reviewing the overall condition of the East Lawn, I was able to eliminate both potential causes. 

There were three keys to my conclusion with a Confidence Factor of 90%:

  1. Spotting on the rest of the lawn was minimal (some from high-activity landscaping/gardening near the East Garden that fronts the East Lawn);
  2. There was scant evidence of grub-type insects in the soil and grass; and
  3. I caught the big golden retriever from down the block peeing along the spotted section of grass!

Often it’s the simplest explanation that causes discoloring to a lawn.  That’s why it’s important to look at the overall condition of your lawn before drawing conclusions about what the problem is and what the treatment should be. 

 The first conclusion MOST lawn overseers will make to brown spots at this time of year is grub infestation.  Late June – early July (Southeast Pennsylvania) is normally when you will begin to see the insects that develop from the white grubs that have the greatest potential to do damage to your lawn.  But that damage will actually be evident as early as April, when white grubs roust from their winter slumber to feed and mature into beetles (i.e. Those brown spots will appear well before the insects appear.)

In my case, it was dogs not slugs that were responsible for the brown spots.  As a dog owner, I can appreciate and make allowances for doggies doing a #1 on the lawn (just don’t leave its #2 lying about, please).  That kind of damage you can live tolerate, since its not permanent or pervasive.

And since grub treatments tend to be the MOST EXPENSIVE of traditional lawn treatments available at your local lawn supply store, it’s best not to jump to the conclusion that grubs are a threat to your lawn.  It’s important to know thy enemy! 

Personally, I haven’t applied a grub treatment for several seasons now, due to the relative scarcity of Japanese beetles (white grub=larvae stage) in late June-early July.  As has been the constant theme at Cranky Man’s Lawn, common sense, education and observation are important keys to sensible lawn care. 

Here are several good websites that will help you learn how to recognize, evaluate and treat a grub infestation:

Penn State University, College of Agricultural Sciences – PSU is a leading authority on turf management.

New York State Integrated Pest Management Program – Out of Cornell University   

University of Illinois – Pegged to lawn conditions in Northern Illinois, but good info!

Cranky Man’s twist on the above information, carefully fine-tuned from years of haphazard observation and other serendipitous methodologies:

  • NEVER use Japanese beetle traps during the height of an infestation.  I made this mistake a few years ago, until I realized these pheromone-baited traps (Some use a floral lure.) attracted THOUSANDS of randy beetles from MILES around (or so it seemed).  And since only a percentage of the attracted beetles actually get caught in the trap, you may just turn your lawn into a Best-Of-Beetle dating site, nursery and smorgasbord!
  • Small numbers of beetle larvae (See the PSU and Illini site for how to “survey” your lawn for unwanted guests.) are not a threat to overall lawn health.  Finding a dozen grubs in one square foot of lawn would indicate a significant pest problem.  If it’s less than that, you MAY NOT have a grub problem!
  • Look for damage from moles, raccoons, and skunks, or a number of birds doing a high level of foraging in your lawn.  They LOVE grubs.  If they like your lawn, chances are the grubs are there enjoying your lawn too!      

What to do about those ugly brown spots once either the heat, the dogs, or the grubs have done their dirty work:

  • Don’t overreact and rip up the brown grass.  No lawn grows much in the heat of summer.  Minimize the damage and protect the roots by leaving the unsightly – but useful – brown grass in place. 
  • Make sure you KNOW what the problem is before you treat it!  You can do MORE DAMAGE to your lawn applying fertilizer to a hot, dry lawn!
  • Wait until early to mid September, then remove the brown grass and spread seed and fertilizer over the affected area.  (This is always a good time to over-seed and fertilize your entire lawn.  More on that in a later posting.)  With good weather, you could easily get 6-8 weeks of autumn growth to give you a head start on Spring!  
  • Remember that it’s the  lawn’s overall health that’s MOST important.  Few lawns are free of bad spots, so temper your expectations during the hot summer.  Understand the problem; minimize the damage; repair it when conditions for growth are most favorable!

Good luck!

Quest for PERFECTION

Perhaps it’s the time of year, maybe it’s the time of man; but baby, there are times when I feel all of my age and then some!  Of course watching prime time TV does little to assuage my anguish.

ED-living-with-matching-bathtubs … High triglycerides?!?  Where’s my Lovasa? …  Are you feeling a bit Low-T there, fella?!?  …  High cholesterol?  …  Maybe you just need to color that hair!  

Reality dictates that it’s just a natural part of the process  …  That vague awareness that some physical tasks used to be easier to perform  …  The sometimes achy process of unfolding yourself from that a-little-too-comfy spot on the couch …  

Fahgettaboutit!, your Psyche says.  You’ll get over it.  You’ll rebound.  Just drop a few pounds; get back to the gym; remember how well you felt when you worked your program?  Of course I told you to keep working.  I told you not to take the easy way out.  I told you that summertime wasn’t a reason to skip the early morning gym sessions.  I told you not to …. 

Enough with the GUILT already!!  It’s already depressing to think that so much work has to go into wringing every possible ounce of utility out of this  aging machine.  Do I really need to be reminded of all the woulda, coulda, shouldas?!?

Certainly, having my younger brother around the last two weeks ain’t helping!  Only two years younger, he can crank a golf ball much, much farther than I with a ridiculous ability to coil and uncoil it makes my back hurt just watching.  And he claims he’s not coloring HIS hair … Pffttt … To top it off, HE retired this year!  Ugh …

Time to rededicate!  Recalibrate … Inculcate … Without so much as a whisper to remonstrate …

Only this time take it seriously!  Treat it like a life decision, not a life sentence!  Only of course it is a sentence without parole … For to stop, to let up, to take even a little time off …

Insidious is this sense of doom!!  This feeling of impinging gloom … How does anyone keep up the struggle, when all I want are naps to juggle?!?

Nattering nabobs of negativity; Cease betraying my need for alacrity!  Just get me over this imposing ridge!  Or geez, just get my eyes off the ‘fridge!

CML’s Idiot’s Guide for Lawns; Chapter 4 – Summer lawn survival

I have few prejudices in life; but the ones I have are deeply rooted and attended to as lavishly as my lawn care obsession!  They are in rough order of magnitude:

  • crabgrass
  • large dogs with inconsiderate owners
  • all other weeds
  • lawn mowing contractors
  • small dogs with inconsiderate owners

As you can see, I consider lawn mowing contractors roughly equivalent to “medium-sized dogs with inconsiderate owners”.  It’s not that I “hate” them per se; and I do not begrudge their need to earn a living or the demand for their services by home owners who simply don’t want to be bothered.

The truth is lawn mowing services rarely care about your lawn.  They cut your grass way too short – no matter how hot it is – in order to make it easier on themselves should rainy weather prevent them from making a weekly cutting.  And they tend to be sloppy and inconsiderate.  Case-in-point was watching my neighbor’s contractor – on Memorial Day morning no less – doing a sloppy job of mowing their lawn.  Had I known how sloppy the mess left on my side of the lawn was, I would have confronted them at the time.  But if you like large clumps of long, dried out clippings all over your lawn, then you’re in good hands!

But I digress …

The point of this post is to provide some uneducated, experience-related tips on how to help your lawn survive the long, hot, dry summer and then thrive once cooler temps return. 

My front lawn absolutely BAKES during the summer.  An east-by-southeast exposure, and the absence of shade or an irrigation system, guarantees that by late August it looks more like a lawn in Afghanistan than it does one in southeast Pennsylvania.  My back yard is exactly the opposite … plenty of shade provided by the house and large neighboring trees.  It still gets dry; but it doesn’t sun-bake nearly as much as the front. 

Differing conditions should influence how much time and care you dedicate to your lawn’s summer survival.  I will water the front yard every other day during hot, dry weather; but NEVER bother watering the back yard.

Common sense is the recurring theme in my suggestions for helping your lawn beat the heat and survive the summer:

  1. Make sure you fertilize regularly, especially in the spring and fall.
    • Search the tag cloud on the menu bar for Lawn Care to read these posts
  2. Don’t be afraid to let your lawn grow LONGERonce it starts getting HOT. (This is where the aforementioned lawn-mowing contractors are so often no friend to your lawn!) 
    • A well-maintained lawn will look fuller and more lush when allowed to grow longer.
    • Longer grass will collect and retain more moisture, even just from morning dew.
    • Longer grass also helps shade underlying soil, helps it retain moisture, and protects the plants’ roots
  3. When it starts getting hot, water regularly those sections of your lawn that tend to dry out first and turn brown.
    • It’s never to late to water; but do not wait until the lawn is already starting to brown to start watering.
    • Pay attention to weather forecasts for anticipated rains and plan accordingly.
    • Water in the evening when moisture has longer to soak the soil and reach plant roots.
  4. Use common sense when it comes to fertilizing during heat waves and dry conditions.  Don’t fertilize a severely dry or burnt lawn.  You’re likely to do more harm than good.
    • This is generally an issue only with anti-grub applications, normally applied around the 4th of July.  In my opinion, you could do more harm than any lawn pest by applying a grub treatment when your lawn is water-starved.
  5. When worse comes to worse and the lawn turns to straw, watering can still help to keep the roots from completely drying out. 

None of these suggestions will guarantee your lawn won’t turn brown.  If Mother Nature doesn’t cooperate with an occasional rain, only an irrigation system will keep your lawn green for any extended period of time during hot, dry weather.  

My lawn does not have an irrigation system.  So I TRY to water every other day (which is a practical compromise between wanting to water every day and the cost of doing so).  But even when I am conscientious about watering, without help from Above, my front lawn will stay green only for so long.  There is NEVER a summer where patches – usually the same spots each year – don’t thin out, turn brown, and resemble more closely straw than grass.  These areas get early special attention in an attempt to mitigate the damage.

The MOST IMPORTANT result is that my lawn usually bounces back pretty quickly because – I like to think – I’m sensible about keeping it in as good a shape as I can BEFORE the long, hot, dry summer starts taking its toll!  The secret is to pay attention to your lawn’s condition when Mother Nature turns on the oven, and to anticipate what needs to be done to protect it!  

Good luck out there!

Rainy days and primaries always get me down

As Karen Carpenter once sang,

Sometimes I’d like to quit
Nothing ever seems to fit
Hangin’ around, nothing to do but frown

Honest, I really did have to look that up!  It’s bad enough that I still remember the song.

But it sums up nicely what yesterday was like.  Primary Day in Montgomery County was dull, slow, wet, long, and dull.  That is until the evening voter rush hit, when it was even duller still if that’s possible.   

It is what it is.

What it was, was a Primary Day completing lacking in any headline-grabbing fights for Party endorsements, save a semi-interesting two-way battle for the County GOP nod in the County Sheriff’s race (Congrats to winning nominee, Eileen Whalon Behr!)  and a few skirmishes for judgeship nominations.  Other than that, it was about as interesting as a night at your daughter’s dance recital.  (C’mon … Admit it!)

You know you’re in for a long day when you remind neighbors the night before ” … to vote tomorrow!”, and they scrunch up their noses and say, “What’s tomorrow?!?” 

Oh, boy …  

Heck, not even a single Democrat poll worker/watcher bothered to show up at our polling place!

With over 800 registered voters in our district, well less than 100 turned out to vote.  But that’s what happens when rainy days and low-profile primaries converge.  

Let’s just hope it doesn’t rain in November for a race that will decide Montgomery (PA) County leadership for the next four years!

‘Cause if it does, there will be …

No need to talk it out
We know what it’s all about
Hangin’ around, nothing to do but frown

Mike Time

Bummer …

Step 1 (See Chapter 1) of the Lawn Cleanup Project ran into a light – but steady – rain.  Bummer …

So instead I get to enjoy a little Mike Time in a house that’s actually empty.  It will only last a few hours, so no time to spare.  I feel so guilty. 

 (Really, really tried to say that with a straight face.)

Loading some free library CD music up to the iPod, concentrating on Joe Cocker this time around.  Then maybe a little reading. 

Will certainly be wondering if the idiots D.C. – on both sides of the aisle – will get their acts together and pass a budget.

Generally, I agree with the Republican goal of reducing and bringing under control Federal spending.  But when the jobs of 800,000 civilian employees (Me included … And who – by the way – are already under a potential five-year pay freeze) are at stake, I get a bit annoyed at reports that policy riders (EPA, NPR, etc.) are the real worm in the pie.

Must be too much to ask, I guess.

And this is taking way too long.

Outta here … For the sake of Mike Time.

Cranky’s Lawn Care: An Idiot’s Guide, Chapter 1: Clean & Green

When I decided to create this blog, for some reason working “lawn” into the title seemed to be a natural choice.  I take much pride, a few compliments, and much abuse for my Obsessive-Compulsive lawn tendencies.  Many a friend and neighbor, upon marveling at the fluffy greenness of my 1/4 acre “spread” say to me, “Mike, what do I need to do to get my lawn looking so incredible?!?”  But after listening to me yammering on and on about fertilizers, aerating, mowing, dethatching, edging, raking, etc., they usually pick up the phone and call a landscaper.    

So, in keeping with my nature, I will blog a bit about lawn care.  But as to not overwhelm the uninitiated; scare off the slackers; or offend the laissez faire “What lawn?!?” set, I will present my completely untrained, common sensical approach in a series of posts as I go about performing my own lawn care activities!

So without further ado …

 Clean & Green: (Yes, I am well aware this is backward from the blog title subtext of Green & Clean, Venting My Spleen; but you cannot get “green” unless you “clean” first!)

I love Spring.  I hate Spring.  I love the warming weather.  I hate the Winter cleanup.  It’s a love-hate Spring thing.

But cleanup is the first task we face when it comes time to prepare the lawn for the approaching growing season.  I despise the annual spring lawn clean-up.  I’m a minimal effort for maximum effect kind of guy. It’s my personal house & home mantra.  

I like a nice green lawn; but I hate the first step in getting there … Cleaning up the debris left over from Winter.  I consider this a necessary evil, from the minimal effort/maximum effect point of view.  There is nothing minimal about this effort.  And I absolutely hate to rake.

It’s important to get up all of Winter’s debris – mostly in the form of dead leaves – off the lawn.  Leaves tend to accumulate anywhere the lawn or soil is depressed (physically, not emotionally).  It’s important to give your lawn every opportunity to awaken from its slumber, and reach its tiny, groggy awakening blades towards the warming sun and nourishing spring rains.

Yeah, I know … That was a bit weird.

But dead leaves will suffocate existing grass, and will prevent new growth from developing under those wet, spongy remnants from last fall. 

I recommend using a good mower with a bagging attachment to keep raking to an absolute minimum.  (I hate to rake.)  Given that however, you simply can’t avoid doing SOME raking if you intend to properly clean it up.  To make it easier to handle, I suggest mowing in small sections; raking up whatever debris the mower misses; then picking up the dead rakings with the mower.  (Did I mention that I hate to rake?)

In the end, you’ll have the cleanest lawn in the ‘hood, and one that will be ready to take full advantage of the growing cycle.  And if you’re lucky, no more raking until Fall!

Next episode:  Aerating

All that jazz just makes my head hurt.

I must admit … officially … I simply don’t get it.  I’ve tried, REALLY I have.  But it’s just not working.  I obviously lack some inherent jazz gene. 

I’m not so sure why I feel compelled to keep trying, despite my lack of an ear for real jazz.  I think it’s some form of social conformance disorder that drives me to keep going back.  There’s this nagging perception that this is the time in my life when I’m SUPPOSED to appreciate jazz as some highly refined taste I should naturally gravitate towards.

Not sure where that idea originated.  I’m inclined to believe that it was planted by commercials showing intelligent-looking, middle-aged men as they waxed their Jaguars, sailed their yachts with an attractive woman sitting by the wheel, or as they both sat in matching bathtubs that magically appeared in a lush mountain meadow.  Somewhere I must gave figured jazz was playing in the background.

So it seems – for whatever reason – to be my time for jazz.  Yet I can’t get pass the fact that it hurts my ears!

I appreciate the concept of No Limits, No Boundaries as something an artist would naturally aspire to.  And I’m intrigued by the relationship of mathematics to music.  Then again, math was never a particular strong suit.  And maybe the core of the problem is that I NEED limits and boundaries! 

That last statement is a bit of a downer.  Maybe I’m just not cut out for REAL jazz.

In my quest to populate my iPod with as much of the music I enjoy while spending as little as possible, I’ve taken to regular trips to the township library, where I peruse the somewhat limited (But free!) collection of music CDs they carry.  I’ll grab six at a time; load them into the car’s CD player; and listen to them during my workday commutes, making notes on which tracks to download whenever traffic stops allow.  It works for me.

And in the interests of trying to broaden my horizons, I make myself pick a few musical offerings from artists or genres to which I don’t normally listen.  As a result I’ve picked up some interesting options that in the past I would have scrunched my nose up at.  But I’m still scrunching my nose at some of them.

I appreciate the talents of Grover Washington, Jr., Herbie Hancock, Miles Davis, and Maynard Ferguson, although I only enjoy certain works and am lucky if I find more than a track or two to add to the collection.  Failed attempts include Billie Holiday, Dizzie Gillespie, Joe Lovano, and Theloniuos Monk.

In general, I can’t seem to enjoy the no limits, no boundaries of brass and horns.  I’m certain there’s artistry there that many have no problem finding without even trying.  But to me, it sounds like someone is strangling a very loud duck.

This week I tried Wynston Marsalis, an epic fail that spurred this long overdue confession.  But I liked Camp Meeting, an album featuring Bruce Hornsby, Christian McBride and Jack DeJohnette.  I guess the piano works much better for me when it comes to jazz.  I also have Yusef Lateef loaded up in the CD player; but the sax on the cover has me less than optimistic.

Regardless though, I promise to keep plugging along, hoping that at some point my jazz gene kicks in. 

Just don’t hold your breath.

Just share the pain … please!

I’m sorry, but the expectation that I “tough out” the economic pain caused by large government deficits, which were caused by economic mismanagement and two wars, are starting to wear me down. 

This urge to apologize is the result of my position on the political scale.  (You have all seen these questionnaires I’m sure, the ones that ask a range of political, economic, and social questions designed to measure your leftward or rightward political tilt.  The program then compiles the results to pinpoint your location on a two-dimension political scale.  I always test to the center of the scale, slightly conservative socially, slightly libertarian economically.)     

My apology stems from the fact that lately my libertarianism is starting to fray. 

You see, it’s much, much easier to remain faithful to your clan when everything is hunky dory (i.e. ducky, jake, copacetic, good).  It gets only slightly harder when things get tough but you can sense that the pain is shared … roughly equally and across the board. 

But now the board seems to have a wall across it.  I never had a problem when the wall prevented the better things on the other side from trickling over to my side.  But I have a real problem when the wall prevents whatever pain is being inflicted on me from seeping over to inflict those people on the other side, especially when they would barely even notice.

I’m a big fan of New Jersey Governor Chris Christie.  Not because I’m convinced he possesses all the right answers, but because he is at least willing to speak plainly about what he perceives to be the problems; is unafraid to tack deliberately into politically turbulent areas; and is bold in taking the actions he deems essential to New Jersey’s longterm health.  Similarly, I can identify with Wisconsin’s Scott Walker.  His attempt to unilaterally suspend union bargaining rights seems a bridge too far.  But it’s hard not to agree with the view that unions cannot – in this economic climate – get away with paying little towards burgeoning healthcare costs or with enjoying incredibly generous pensions that are publicly funded.        

However, as a federal employee, I can also sympathize with the union members of Wisconsin.  So far this year I have had my salary frozen for the next two, three or five years depending on which flavor of the day emanates from Congress.  We have also heard the whisperings that unpaid furloughs could be in the offing as well.  No matter how you slice it, it comes out to a pay cut, since no one’s costs of living are frozen along with your frozen pay.

But you can deal with – if not fully accept – it, because you have the sense that The Other Guy is suffering along with you.

That’s simply not the case with the rich.

During the recent budget negotiations between the newly minted 112th Congress and the Obama administration I was an interested member of the audience.  The give-and-take that bounded back and forth between the two camps, and as examined eight-ways-to-Sunday by the talking heads, was a fascinating balancing act between how best to resolve the exponential growth of the national debt and at what point higher tax rates for the rich might retard business growth and investment. 

Should higher taxes kick in for those making over $250K a year?  $500K?  a million?  The warnings were dire.  The pictures, painted by the analysts, bleak.  Common sense seemed to indicate that the line had to be drawn in there somewhere.

So, you can imagine my befuddlement at the decision to punt the issue, not into next year but two years hence (or quite coincidentally, after both The House and President Obama run for re-election in 2012).

Even then, I wasn’t particularly annoyed … libertarian supply-sider that I am.

No, it wasn’t until I started grappling with the first-hand economic realities that I had to start venting some steam.  Health insurance – up, food prices – up, gas prices – up, new tires for the car … you get the picture.

No.  I’m sorry.  This has got to stop. 

You can’t keep dumping on the working people without throwing some of the manure over that wall.  The rich can be characterized as Hosni Mubarak-like, disconnected and blithely oblivious.  But the “solutions” are just few more strafing runs away from Moammar Gadhafi!

It ain’t easy …

… writing a blog, or anything else, I imagine.  Despite my goal to contribute to this endeavor on a semi-strict, regular schedule, experience thus far indicates that it just isn’t that easy.  I am concerned despite the fact that NO ONE as yet has been permitted to peek at this effort of mine.

But it’s not like there’s nothing to write about.  From the events in Egypt to early maneuvering in the 112th Congress, there is plenty of material out there.  Fact is, you have to be in the mood to write anything meaningful. Otherwise, you just end up with a lot of muddled, directionless drivel … Kind of like this.

Yet there are times when I cannot wait to get at the computer to put thoughts and ideas to the ethernet.  I imagine other blogger/writer types probably experience this as well.

In my current state of mind, I can readily identify the time of year as one possible cause.  The Dead of Winter is upon us.  This is the worst time of the year for me. I hate it.

The holidays are behind us; Spring seems to be miles away; and there’s very little I like to do at this time of year … that doesn’t involve doing the kind of domestic chores I abhor.

And this weather ain’t helpin’!  Snow snow everywhere … It must be piled 4-5 feet deep along the edges of anything paved. And any public area with a parking lot looks like a Himalayan landscape.  Some of these mounds look like they will still be with us on the 4th of July.

Anyways, it’s a real mood killer.

So what’s the neophyte blogger’s solution?

I think I have to develop some likely themes for those Geez-what-do-I-write-about moments.  This will at least give me ideas for subject matter that can be developed during these dry times.  And I think, once I clue people I know into my secret little project here, I can solicit ideas they might have for promising topics.  That is assuming I end up deciding that this venture is worth someone actually viewing it.

We’ll see.