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Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Mowed the Lawn

Funny story. My mom never let me/made me mow the lawn because she was worried I'd hurt myself. And I'm not an Pleasant Valley Sunday kind of gal. I mean, I don't do sun. Before there was such a thing as goth, I typified it. (Okay, so modern goths have substantially refined the look, but there was me, black clad, glaring white skin, only going out at night...) It's maybe once a year I'm seen outdoors without my legs covered. So we initially hired a gardener here, in this, the first house I've ever lived in where the household was responsible for the lawn. Then I made Rick mow the lawn. But tonight it was going to be well after dark before he got home, and tomorrow is garbage/garden clipping pickup day. So I thought, I can do this. I can mow the lawn. And I did. It went well, until I hit the lawn sprinkler. Thankfully, it missed me entirely, but pieces did fly all the way out to the street. Rick says you're supposed to do a walk around to check for obstacles before you mow. Oh. He also says I'm not allowed to mow the lawn anymore. Oh well. Considering the post-mowing sneezing fit, I'm not going to complain much about that pronouncement. And heck, my lawn is pretty now, clippings are piled, and no one died. Um, yay?


  • Hmmm, yeah. You remind me of my mother trying to mow the lawn. ever seen a foot after the mower lands on it? No, you don't really want to. She did walk again, but it took months.

    By Blogger Flonkbob, at 8:07 AM  

  • Reminds me of one day when my dad was mowing his lawn and found the brass hose nozzle that had been left in the yard.

    It shot all the way across the street, through our neighbor's truck window and dented the inside door panel. My dad was quite contrite.

    By Blogger Brian, at 9:53 AM  

  • Yep, brass sprinkle head nozzle. That's the one I got. It's all torn and bendy now. Ahem. Sounds like my treatment was a tiny bit less spectacular than your dad.

    By Blogger Ammy, at 2:38 PM  

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