I should have posted this a couple of days ago, when it was still relevant, but I was so busy at work yesterday and I had a vendor lunch so there was no time to do it then.
To start with, we had a bit of excitement in the neighborhood early Saturday (middle-of-the night). John and I heard fireworks/firecrackers before we went to bed Friday night which I thought was a little early in the season. Fireworks are illegal in Henrico County, but since they are easy to buy, there’s usually someone setting them off in the week before July 4th. During the night we were briefly awakened by two separate “pops” or “bangs” but heard nothing else (and the dog didn’t even wake up) so we went back to sleep.
I got up about 6 and went out to get the newspaper. I thought the mailbox looked kind of funny:
(please no cracks about the dirt, it was a mistake to buy a white mailbox because I’m not spending any time and effort to keep it clean)
And then I looked down and around:
Oh yeah, “they” blew up the mailbox with fireworks and left some firecrackers behind. Since it only blew the door open, I imagine they were disappointed. But they did me a favor because we replaced it with one that’s black plastic. I called the police and filed a report, not that I thought the perps would be apprehended, but because we figured that the second “bang” we heard in the night was someone else’s mailbox befalling the same fate. We drove around a few streets in the neighborhood and did see evidence of other mailbox vandalism so the kids were busy Friday night. I work with a neighbor who lives a couple of streets over and he made it sound like there’s always something going on in our subdivision. I don’t ever hear of anything and I prefer it that way. I feel safe with my head-in-the-sand attitude.
We had a big project planned for Saturday (actually it was planned for last weekend but we just didn’t have enough time). About mid-April every year when we pass our “last-frost” date, we go to the garden center and buy the annuals that we put out on the deck, plus set up our pond-in-a-pot. But we had to delay that rite-of-Spring because our deck hadn’t been cleaned in more years than we should admit. We couldn’t do anything until John finally got to use the power washer I gave him for Christmas:
He wanted some before pictures, so I obliged him:
We had a lot of algae this year, maybe due to all the snow we got over the winter, but it sure made for slippery footing when wet.
My mother gave us some money to put toward a tree in memory of John’s brother, so we bought this Japanese maple. I’ve always wanted one and we don’t really have anywhere in our yard to plant one (or any other kind for that matter).
The rest of the weekend was spent at our end-of-the-season church fellowship get-together Saturday night and the usual running around Sunday after church. John took me out for a wonderful steak dinner at Firebird’s for Mother’s Day and then back home to watch the season finale of Amazing Race. I was rooting for the Cowboys to win so was disappointed when they came in second. But I was very relieved that the Models didn’t win because they’ve been so annoying all season long and it’s “amazing” they made it to 3rd place.