holes

I’m just dragging myself out of the hole I fell into thanks to Sting. Man, was I wiped yesterday. It was all worth it, though. It was lots of fun. The friend with the box had a great view - okay, Sting was kind of small, but there was a great big view screen right in front of us. The only people who got to see the performers close up were crazy enough to stand throughout the concert, so I was happy with the seat and the screen.

What weighs more, the earth or just-under-infinity houses? This is the question the boy just came in and asked me. How does he come up with these things?

We’ve been digging weeds in the back yard. I’ve been planting clover everywhere for the past couple of years, but there’s one spot where the clover didn’t take last year and these huge annoying weeds are taking over. Boo monkeyed around the swing set while Asher, Maya and I dug. We were doing really well, making a nice clear patch to scatter clover seeds when Jasper decided to help. We now have several sizeable holes there too. I know I should have stopped him, but he looks like such a madman, lunging around in the dirt, that we can’t bring ourselves to even try. It makes him so happy. I care deeply about my front garden, babying it and yelling at children who step in the wrong spot, but the back yard is all about function and if it makes the dog happy to dig a few holes - or children, for that matter - I’m not going to get too upset about it.