Friday

Spent the first week of summer break trying to move three very large azaleas to create a parking space for my shorty. These bushes are bigger than me. For the first time in twenty months I missed my Bobcat 463. I used the Tacoma to pull the second one out. A passing thunderstorm had soaked the ball and filled the hole with water, so, while I managed to break it loose I could not actually lift it out. So I am waiting for things to dry out.

Yesterday I gave a ten-minute talk to my son's second grade class about being a landscaper. I passed around some pictures of my Bobcat 463 and some of the jobs I did back in North Carolina. I talked about how much fun it was, working in the dirt, being outside, making stuff look nice. I talked a little about landscape architecture grad school and showed them the site plan I just completed. I printed it on 11x17.

Then I went to the studio to get some of my stuff. I got an email that we needed to have everything out by the end of May for the summer cleaning. E.O. was there and we went to lunch at The Veranda. A blue plate special for eight bucks including drink. Mighty tasty. She has an internship in Atlanta this summer.

My shorty and I just watched "Hustle and Flow," which was kind of like the cherry on top of the first season of the Wire, which we wrapped up this week as well. So we have experienced a pretty big shot of ghetto. I turned the TV off and said "Let's get some Jane Austen in this bitch, knowwhatimsayin." I didn't realize pimps had it so hard. Selling people is a lot more headache than selling dope. The Wire is about much more than the ghetto, cops and dope. It is about institutions and self-preservation, something that is all around us. The character development was really sharp, the whole gang was a lot of fun to just watch through the twelve episodes. Bunko and Greggs where amazing, I hope to see more of them. That annoying, jovial, ass-kissing homicide commander and his boss...I especially enjoyed watching Herc, the white narc with the Brooklyn accent and Omar, the whistling stick up man. And of course Wallace, the poor fella. I really want to see season two, but, like I said, we need a break. We need to get some toga and sandals epic in here or something. But honestly we both need to just get back to work.