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Remember two weeks ago when I told you that I had absolutely nothing planned for the week? That I was going to spend my days in quiet contemplation with a book or writing or just being? I was in a very good mood when I wrote that. Possibility awaited me.
Well, that didn’t happen. Practicality showed up instead.
You see, without any advanced warning, workers from the sprinkler installation company arrived– and began installing a sprinkler system in our front & back yards. A sprinkler system that we’ve tried to do without for all 13 years that we’ve lived here. A sprinkler system that we reluctantly decided to buy.
A sprinkler system that says to the world: yes, we’ve been assimilated. We are… suburban.
I remember when we first moved to this area we surprised our friends & relatives by voluntarily living like this. Suburban, that is. We’d always lived within walking distances of restaurants and grocery stores and parks. We’d been in high-rise apartment buildings and historic preservation districts and old-fashioned city suburbs. But never in exurbia, outside the ebb & flow of a city.
However, be that as it may, for the most part this has been a good way to live. I’ll admit that. Having space within your home and quiet outside your house is delightful. And Z-D loves to come back home from his workplace in the city to an area that is nothing like the city.
So if having a sprinkler system is part and parcel of this choice, then I guess I need to accept that caving on this subject might not be the worst idea ever. In fact, I suspect that come mid-August I’m going to think that a sprinkler system is the most brilliant thing that we’ve ever done around here.
Having come to the mature realization that: Resistance was futile.