As long as there’s a little grass, it’s still a good day

It’s been a really interesting past month to say the least, maybe more like “interesting”, not always in the best way.  To combat days (or months) like that I try to focus on anything remotely positive no matter how insignificant it is.

The mood improving game I’ve been playing lately involves the Kia, a little grass, and a driveway full of concrete with the goal being to salvage as much grass as possible while pulling into the driveway.  For some reason I have not been able to consistently park without taking a chunk of the landscape along underneath my rear passenger tire.

I was intently focused on accomplishing this small task while my niece was riding with me.  She asked what I was doing and I explained.

“Oh, Juicy, that’s easy.  Drive like it’s an ‘L’, not a ‘J’.  Duh.”

“Nooney, I’m trying.”

I don’t think I salvaged any grass that day.  Plus, the rain and the snow haven’t helped much either.  The lawn guys came to my rescue a few times, but have pretty much given up after reseeding or replacing the missing grass just to see it turned to mud a few days later.

It’s to the point that I don’t really care how green it is, or even if the neighbor’s grass is greener.  All that matters is that there’s a few little blades standing and then we, the lawn and myself, both win.