With my earphones playing my best sing-a-long music, I made huge strides on my yard work. Pulling weeds, and picking up the pokie-balls from the front lawn and the sidewalk I was immersed in a world where my singing is nothing less than angelic. Barely aware of my surroundings, I sang as I worked.
If the neighbors were bothered by it, they didn’t say a word. It is likely that they were just glad that I was finally home long enough to tend to the weeds, and collect up the pokie-balls.
Once again, my yard looks great.