The weather forecast is for mostly sunny skies with temperatures climbing up into the lower to mid 70s. A good day to mow the lawn. It needs it because it's been 3 weeks since the first time this spring. I was also seriously considering doing some major pruning on a few camelias that have pretty much finished blooming.

There's nothing like a day out in the sun working in the yard, using the power mower (Is it only me or do you too see the conundrum in those two similarly spelled, but dissimilarly pronounced, words? A fine example of why English is such a screwed up language.), using the blower to cleanup, and doing all sorts of bending, stooping, stretching, lifting, and other kinds of physical activity.

Unfortunately, that is not going to happen.

Last night the next door neighbor decided to have a little fun so he went to a friend's house to do it. The neighbor is an alcoholic who's had other substance abuse issues, too, plus taking some serious antidepressants. He's an okay guy, but he's always been a little immature in his thinking and actions. To have fun at his friend's (and you have to realize I use that term loosely) house, our neighbor decided it would be a lot better if alcohol was involved.

According to the police chaplain (you probably know where this is going), our neighbor fell asleep, then vomited. He was too wasted to do anything other than aspirate the fluid. His friend called 911, but they were unable to revive him.

There is a lot of crying next door. Family and friends are coming in to help the grieving. Sadness fills the air.

I do not grieve, though. I am saddened he unexpectedly left his family, but a forty-six-year-old drunk who does something stupid that results in his death deserves little respect. I will mow the lawn another day, though. Those who grieve do deserve that.