04-20-2019, 10:33 AM
(04-12-2019, 11:01 AM)sandwedge Wrote: I love mowing the lawn. I can just think about shit and not be bothered, because I know for a fact ain't nobody gonna come out and ask to help or anything....
The second half is true, but not the first.
Plenty of times I turn around and she is standing there ready to stop me for something else...
My problem with mowing is that life and Mother Nature don't allow me to do it at regular intervals, so when I finally get to do so it is in overgrown grass housing billions of insects that engulf me in a swarm as a pass overhead chopping it down. There tiny wings are no match for the adhesive strength of my sweat, nor does their movement create and wind chill effect from the blistering heat of the inevitable 98° in the shade and blistering torch like sunlight. It is a virtual guarantee that some branch of other debris will lay as an obstacle, forcing me to leave the comfy seat of the rider and allowing Mr. Sun an opportunity to use the "laser" beams in his forehead to bring that comfy seat up to the temperature of near liquification in 2.3 seconds to insure a good scalding of my ass. Good times. Goooood times...
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