The leaves will not leave us alone

The Commander is obsessed with keeping all the leaves raked up.  It is a hopeless pursuit, but today we are having fun engaging in the impossible.  On the trees we have plenty more to come down, but each time a leaf falls we have to start the riding mower and run out and pick it up. Now you could wait until just about all the leaves were off the trees and it would be a simpler task, but nooo we have to do it twice and three times a week.  You would think leaves were dangerous, or toxic.

Kadizzle likes to help people so about two weeks ago he helped a young man, perhaps bum would be a better word clear up his criminal record. It seems the poor fellow had a felony on his record that was supposed to come off and the state was slow in clearing his record. This was supposedly keeping the ambitious bum from getting a job.  So Kadizzle did some calling and checking and it seemed to get the process jump started a little.  Kadizzle heard through second sources that his attempt had worked for the bum.  Kadizzle set out to visit the bum first hand and see if his efforts had been a success.  The junior bum was living with a senior bum in a run down trailer.  As Kadizzle approached the door of the run down mobile home two stray cats scurried away.  In the usual bum landscape fashion the yard was scattered with junk, and of course there was junk on the street in trailers as all good bums will do.  Looking though the door as he knocked on it Kadizzle could see bum Senior sleeping or slumbering in a chair.  Senior bum looked like someone had sponsored a rodeo on his face.  He had about a weeks worth of growth on his face and looked about as shot up and destitute as one might achieve.  While Kadizzle stood at the door the toxic fumes from inside rolled toward him.  The stench of cigarette smoke, cat urine, and human detritus was overwhelming.  Senior bum invited Kadizzle in.  Kadizzle would rather have gone into a nuclear waste dump than enter that hovel.  Junior bum was sleeping on the couch. Keep in mind this was about 11:00 A. M.  Bums don't rise very early.  Junior bum told Kadizzle his record was being cleared.  Afraid he might drop from the fumes emanating from the door Kadizzle left in haste.  A normal person would only live a matter of minutes in that nauseating bum trailer with the fumes of death.  As Kadizzle drove away reeling from the experience he realized how low humans can sink.  The bums in Denver at least were outside breathing fresh air, our local degenerates seem to thrive on toxicity .  Sadly Kadizzle has to admit to himself the hopelessness of trying to help these people.