Trees, Grommit!

[lagilman]

This morning, beeping and clanking of trucks heralded what I thought was going to be another round of roadwork outside my window. Joy. But no -- a flatbed truck of burlap-wrapped trees and a swarm of men in gloves and barn jackets descended and, in short-if-noisy order, had planted young trees all along our curbside.

Mind you, we're not shy of trees around here. But the new kids are more than welcome.


Meanwhile, it's a lovely 45 degrees outside, the steam heat has finished its morning clanking, Vivaldi is playing, the cats are sleeping, I have a pot of tea brewed, a red pen, a yellow highlighter, notecards, and 100 pages of problem manuscript to go through. I just need to 'forget' that it's my own work, be usefully brutal, and we'll be seeing daylight soon....




(meanwhile, it's sort of...depressing? to see how little crime-causing inclination you think I have. Although I suppose it will make for a good defense...)

Comments

[fakefrenchie.livejournal.com]

It's not depressing. It's uplifting. You parents did a fine job of turning you into a downright upright kind of person.

[lagilman]

that's so depressing.

(I would also argue that "upright," like "morality" says more abut the person using the word than it does about the person it's being applied to.... My getting in the face of an angry old man picketing a women's health clinic would be seen as immoral and disrespectful to some, and downright threatening by others. And the driving-with-flying monkeys incident was purely Stupid Lawbreaking on my part.)

[fakefrenchie.livejournal.com]

True, like beauty, uprightness is in the eye of the beholder. But I think you are fairly cool, despite your "uprightness"! ;-)