It was over 90 degrees all weekend, which I consider to be completely unacceptable for the month of April. Especially considering the ridiculous property taxes I’m paying. In any case, one wouldn’t think I’d mind so much considering that I’m basically a homebody and the air conditioning is perfectly functional. However, for some reason I decided that Saturday would be a good day for errands except that while one is inside a store, one’s car is sitting in a sweltering parking lot becoming sweltering. My next car will not have a black interior. Just sayin.

In any case, I decided that my judgement on Saturday was not sufficiently bad, so I decided that on Sunday to mess around in the yard at the height of the midday sun. I dug up the garden and planted some tomato plants, then dug up the old redwood edging around our nandinas, and in the process decided to turn the little patch of yard where our sprinkler valves once lived and which has not regrown grass several years later into a little flower for the kids. It was a good idea, I thought, because the girls had started planting flowers there already. However, in the process of turning the soil I heard the distinctive snap and subsequent gurgling that marks the end of the gardening portion of the day and the beginning of the longer, more grueling sprinkler repair part. I dug enough to expose the remaining parts of the sprinkler line that I will tomorrow be cleaning, sanding, cursing, and gluing. That is, unless it’s 95 degrees again.