I opted for tea today instead of coffee at Starbucks.
Apparently I just spent $2.11 for someone to mow their lawn, stuff the shreds into a holey baggy and toss it into my mug of hot water.
Awesome.
Taste bud woes
Springtime foes and water woes
Spring is springing here in Boulder.
Sure, the weather’s warming and the robin has returned.
Arguably the best indicator, however, is the recent reappearance of the sprinkler … something I was made aware of just this morning.
No, I didn’t just see it; I rode my little red bicycle right through it’s jet stream.
See, for all of the participants in and graduates from higher education who live here, it seems that the difference between cement, asphalt and grass remains a mystery.
Similarly, for all of those environmental Nazis, er, advocates, you’d think that they’d be concerned enough about wasting water to at least direct the sprinkler’s water flow in the direction of something that’s some hue of green.
Alas.
I love Boulder’s summer months, but the sprinkler conundrum continues to miff me.