thirty cents worth

Instead of two cents worth, you're going to read thirty cents worth.

That's what I found on my way to the garden plot this morning! Three shiny dimes. They were on the sidewalk, sort of in a row. I kept looking around to see if I was on Candid Camera (some of the young adults have sworn they'll do that to me someday), but I didn't see anyone hiding or snickering. Then the dimes ran out. 

Three is a pretty good haul when you're on your way to pick some of your own veggies.

But that's not my thirty cents worth. My thirty cents worth is about this heat and the Ozone Action Days (or whatever your city is calling them). It is obvious that, along with people who litter, there are people who completely disregard this whole water/lack-of-rain "issue". 

I'm not against watering the lawn.

I'm against watering the lawn in the middle of the day.

If you happen to know one of those people, please pass this along to them. They should know that they're not doing any good by watering between noon and 4pm.. The water evaporates before it really has a chance to soak into the ground.

So these people leave their sprinklers on for four hours.

And their grass is green.

Good for them because now, when there's a fire down the street, the chance that there's not enough water pressure is higher just so their grass is greener.

We have reduced the lawn watering to once a week. And we do not water in the middle of the day.

But we may have chosen to drive the Corvette to a couple of Open Houses a couple of weeks ago (it wasn't this hot though, that's just suicide) instead of one of our more fuel efficient cars...

There you have it. My thirty cents worth.