The local meet-and-greet spot was busy this morning as the neighborhood celebrated Trash Day (as we do every week). Played catch up with Dennis; haven't seen him for awhile. Those unfortunates who have to go off the hill to work waved as they went by. There is a whole code of waves...lifting a few fingers off the wheel to acknowledge passing strangers, an open hand to say thanks for the courtesy of waiting at a one-way bridge, and a full-fledged wave for friends...and of course there is the one-finger salute to bicycle riders who won't move over. (Why anyone would want to ride a bike on our narrow, bumpy, rutted, pot-holed, hilly roads is beyond me in the first place.)
Looking out the window, I can darned near see the grass growing in the early morning sunlight. After all the rain, and the last few days of seventy-degrees, the grass/weeds is shooting up like rockets. No dancing on the roof for me today...I see a lawn tractor in my future.