Relative Something

Because I can, I turned on the US Open tennis tournament last night and caught a very entertaining first-round match between Coco Gauff and Laura Siegemund. It’s a treat to escape from thinking about what needs to be done around here for an hour or two and lose myself in a dramatic battle between two athletes.

I didn’t realize I would also find a ceremony honoring Billie Jean King on the 50th anniversary of her efforts to convince the US Open to give equal pay to women. It is easy to forget that I have lived through as many changes in the world as have occurred in my lifetime. Yet, it seems like there are still so many ways the human race falls short of ideals.

Asher is showing how to lose oneself in a nap.

Cyndie caught him in the landscape pond again. She said this time he went under her makeshift barrier and since she saw him going in, was able to stop him before he destroyed another intake filter. She also reported that he finally got shocked by the electric fence around the pasture.

He seemed pretty subdued to me the rest of the day. I hope he learns to avoid it from here on out.

Shortly after his fence incident, I had the power off while I weed-whipped around it. His timing was just a little off. I’m guessing he doesn’t sense the electric field like the horses can when the wires are “hot.”

I didn’t get bit by fence electricity but I walked into plenty of invisible spider webs yesterday.

Here is one of my phone camera shots where I couldn’t get it to jump to macro lens focus:

The web that wasn’t in focus is one of the few traps I was able to see and thus successfully avoid. The rest are all stuck to my clothes or peeled off my face.

It rained for a few seconds last night, despite the weather radar failing to depict any precipitation overhead. It was too brief to even get anything wet.

I called for an update on the schedule for getting our driveway shoulders professionally finished and was finally given a date.

“Wednesday,” he said.

I assumed he meant next week but, no, he told me it would be this week. I’m not going to hold my breath for that to actually happen.

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