Why does lawn care have to be so noisy?
Yesterday: A crew was taking down a tree about half a block away, probably yet another standing-dead casualty of the emerald ash borer. Chain saws and chippers were my afternoon’s soundtrack. Today, moments ago, the lawn-service crew arrived next door. Two mowers and two weed whippers sing as one. Next will be the blower.
I’m choosing not to be bugged by this. (It took me years to figure out that you could do that.) Although they’d better be done in the next 20 minutes.
(One minute later) And just like that, they’re done. Is that a chickadee I hear outside? Ah, sweet summer.
Really. The ghost of Possible Full-Time Employment is starting to haunt this address again, and once again, timing is all. If the damn thing would show up in January, that would be one thing, but there’s sure something sweet about freelancing in June. I’m writing this in a tank top that shows my bra straps, gym shorts and bare feet. The chickadee was just joined by a cardinal. Soon my daughter will be home from school, and maybe I’ll take her to the pool, and maybe I’ll keep working. An office isn’t much of a lure on a day like this. But for some reason I rarely get job feelers when I’m feeling lonely and poor and stuck inside my little home-office cage.
I’ll keep you posted.
I’ve spent too much time today writing, rewriting and throwing away a few notes about the sale of my old paper. The throwing away always comes after I tell myself it’s time to move on and I don’t care about the place anymore (not entirely true). Thankfully, late in the day I was saved by a reader:
I feel really bad for your old colleagues in Fort Wayne. Grit is the least of Ogden Newspapers’ problems.
Ogden owns a bunch of newspapers in West Virginia, and they are, without exception, lousy. Poorly written, poorly laid-out, poorly reported, run as sweatshops. They are absolute embarrassing crap. Everyone who I’ve ever talked to who worked for Ogden has horror stories that surprised me, and I’ve worked for some really crummy papers.
Ogden Nutting is also an investor in the Pittsburgh Pirates, and word on the street here is that his influence is the reason the Pirates have been so lousy for the last decade — he won’t spend any money.
This is a sad day for Fort Wayne, I think. The only positive is that Ogden does know how to operate in two-newspaper towns (Wheeling, W.Va., for instance), so it probably has every intention of keeping the N-S alive. The downside is that it’s liable to be a shell of a newspaper.
P.S. It’s already a shell of a newspaper, compared to what it was. They’ll feel right at home.