Lawnmower 1, Tennis Ball 0

I mowed the back jungle yard today. It was really overdue and I did my best to pick up as many of the dogs' toys as I could. I missed a tennis ball, the tiger-striped one, in the very tall grass. Oh well. Rusty will never know.

Yes, you read that correctly. I mowed my lawn, which is rare for most folks who live in L.A. Many of my neighbors have their regularly scheduled immigrants who take care of their landscaping (and they do have much nicer looking properties!), but we choose to take care of it ourselves.

No, I'm not making a statement on immigration here. I'll save that for another time. I have a story I'd like to tell related to the subject, but need to figure out how to do so.

Nevermind, I can't tell the story here. I try not to get too political on this blog, so I'll just say that it makes me sad to know that some people live in places where conditions are so horrible, that they risk everything to come here, often illegally, and end up still having a crappy life.