Why country folks don't buy shredders

Few thing make document disappear like a backyard bonfire fed by the family's paper castoffs, combustion prolonged By oak, maple and sweetgum limbs blown off during autumn's faithful pm thunderstorms.

Down came the rain and ...

After a rainless, sweltering August, rainstorms are welcome. Even if it rains out our plans to play on the swingset, the patter of rain on an aluminum roof was never so peaceful and soothing as this year.
Ala. Gov. Bob Riley signed an executive order that declared a week to pray for rain back when Montgomery was in its second week of triple digit mercury. Though skeptics would point to the change of seasons, I like the idea of fervent prayer convincing God to wash the spider out Himself.
File under: Writing just to write

Let's ride!

Where it all happens ...

If your definition of 'it all' includes 'almost nothing.' That's my coffee, made by a darling lady whose been waging and folding dirty laundry here since 1986.
In the background sits the new pool bar, a simple structure that mysteriously took all summer to build. While the bar/gazebo is mostly complete, the patio/annoyance project it spawned is likely to drag on til next summer. A stunning example of mission creep, and one oddly opposed by every member who related their opinion.

The hardest working Lazy-ass in town

That's me. Lifeguards at this storied bastion of old Southern money are unique for their stunning feats of inactivity and the near endless lenience management extends.
But I hate lay-abouts, especially when their sloth gums up perceptions of my work ethic. So I bust ass to go above and beyond. I study regular swimmers' habits, aiming to fill their wants before they've even come to mind.
The idle hours remain legion. Yet my extra efforts - a towel or bright pink noodle offered just as its needed - mask the abiding laziness which led me to take this job.
As a lifeguard this summer, I've become the hardest working lazy-ass in town.