Non-binding Limited Peace Accord Reached

I've been completely useless this week. The only thing remotely productive I've done at work was yesterday's conversation with Loathsome.  That pretty much speaks for itself.

On the non-productive Crazy Land front, I've had several early morning chats with the Shunner.  We've signed a non-binding peace accord and relations have been almost completely normalized.  I should be dispatched to solve the Middle East problem; I'd have them talking amiably in two weeks or less. They still might not like each other, but they'd be discussing critical things like home grown tomatoes and soldering tools almost immediately.

Those are the kinds of warm, bonding experiences the Shunner and I have been sharing.  He grows organic vegetables for his personal consumption and was kind enough to bring some to Crazy Land.  He suggested I partake and I took him up on that offer without hesitation.  Therein lay the seeds of the new relationship. 

Then the Shunner shared with me his frustration with a soldering tool he used this week in an attempt to repair his beloved riding lawnmower.  He has three acres of land on the verge of town and nothing pleases him more than loading up with a beverage, putting on the mp3 player headphones and mowing the hell out of the place. 

A couple of belts broke on the mower on Tuesday and, stranded in the middle of the three verdant acres, he "was devastated," he told me.  Humor never fails to soften my heart. 

The Shunner, being an enterprising guy, got his handy 15 year old soldering tool to replace some wires that got thrown about the lawn when the Kevlar belts broke.  (We're talking high-end mower here.) From what I can tell, it's like a self-adjusting heating iron.  It heats up to a certain temperature, shuts itself down to cool, then heats up again.  I guess one of the advantages here is that sparks don't fly up and cause unsightly burn marks on the user.   There's probably some other highly technical reason, but I have no idea what it might be.

Not a patient man, the Shunner, after about 30 minutes of trying fruitlessly to solder the wires together, threw the entire thing into one of his pecan trees.  His wife came out to find out if she could help and arrived at just the moment the ancient tool hit a branch.  Without a word, she turned around, went back to their backyard deck and resumed reading a book.  When the Shunner has reached his emotional limit, you don't want to give him an opportunity to vent.  Not that the Shunner has any control over Brenda at all; she will kick his butt without a moment's hesitation.  Sometimes it's just too much trouble. 

Finally, we dissected the sad  state of affairs the weather has wreaked on this area.  It's been raining for weeks now with no reprieve in sight.  May is the beginning of our usual drought season, so we're all delighted to have an abundance of water, but folks are having to be rescued on a daily basis from the roofs of their houses.

We've had so much rapid development in the past several years that the historical problem of run-off in this area has gotten much worse.  Even though we regularly experience long-term drought conditions, we have our own brief spring rainy season. Every year, people are warned not to drive through moving water if it's more than an inch high.  If you can't judge how high it is, you should just turn around and go back the way you came.  Every year, during heavy rain periods, foolhardy souls fail to heed these warnings and are swept down torrents of fast-moving water.  Many of them die. 

You can see that the Shunner and I have our conversational hands full with all of this weather-related activity going on.  

I'd love to share more with you, but I've managed to kill another day without accomplishing a damn thing.  Must be time to go home and regale the family with Crazy Land tales.  You'll just have to wait for what promises to be another unproductive day tomorrow.