Asphalt and millionaires

I love the smell of freshly cut grass and this is the season for that... only we do it a bit differently here... not a lot of lawnmowers around, so weedwhackers are pretty common, though. I'm glad we had walk behind self-propelled mowers back home in good ol' Indiana, that's what... used to get green feet I did...since I liked to mow the lawn while barefoot.


we've had lots of wind and clouds and even a few drops of rain...but not much. This is from last Wed eve, coming back from Julie's... it seemed vital for you to see itand then there was last night... coming back from a late run to the train station. They're tearing up the asphalt in front of our metro station; chewing it up with a fancy-schmancy machine and carting it off by the wheel barrow full. See that beam of light? They'd parked a car there and turned on the headlights so the workmen would have some light to work by...


Ah yes- and then there's this. Kyiv's mayor is about as well-loved as most politicians... which is to say, he's quite vocally hated by many. He has a book out... we were on a crowded and broken down bus recently when I spotted this: The sign stating the bus' destination was being propped up by 3 copies of the mayor's book which just happens to be titled How to Become a Millionaire
Looking at the driver, the bus and all- this just seemed to be too ironic for words...


Only topped off by finding out later that the mayor had been an ordinary kid that just happened to marry a rich rich man's daughter way back in the waning days of the USSR... Daddy-in-law was a big shot in Azerbaijan, I think it was; Daddy-in-law fixed Sonny Boy and Daughter up in Kyiv...gave them a pot of money... so that Sonny Boy would stay out of Daddy-in-law's face... I hope the bus driver's not waiting for a miracle...