Dead Grass Blues

Oh my. The winter here has really been funky for Houston. Snow back in November, lot's of rain, 79 degrees on the 23rd of December (I remember because we flew into Pittsburgh- 11 degrees there), freezing temps. for almost a week in January here. I'm sure there is more but the point is- The grass is dead. Brown, crunchy, straw-like and a real pain in my fanny. Whenever the four-legged's go outside, which they do quite often, it attaches to them and falls off of them all over the house. Everywhere. They have become walking Velcro pads. Dead grass on the floor, the bed, the couch, in the bathroom and even in the tub. That is one of Roux's favorite places to hang out. She sits in there waiting thinking she's gonna get a bath everyday like the humans do. Back to the subject I started with- dead grass! Hence the need to vacuum everyday- Ha, not gonna happen! Every two or three days is the usual but not every day. Not enough time in a day. Oh, and the dirt is showing itself and growing in a big circular spot in the backyard. Does dirt grow? Only in West Texas! No, SOMEBODY is digging. Well, all of them are digging. I've been watching them out the kitchen window trying to catch the culprit. It is not singular. It is plural. They are all guilty. Apparently, there is something in the ground under the dead grass that smells and tastes good. Don't know what, not gonna go stick my nose down there to and find out. The taste of dirt is not my thing. Anyway, just needed to write about something other than government essays for school. Maybe vent a bit about the dead grass. How is your little piece of the world? Bring on the Spring- I am needing some green.

Karen