What a strange thing that was.
First, that I would get up and go outside with the intention of mowing my yards and cleaning up my drive and all that yard stuff.
Next, that my lawn mower is simply missing. Gone. Wandered off on its own somewhere. Poof! No mower.
Of course, I haven’t mowed my lawns in a long time, so I don’t really even know how long it has been gone. It has gotten to the point where people comment on how I’ve really achieved that ‘creepy abandoned house look’ when they come by, or ask if the driveway has overgrown yet when making plans to come over. Some of the grass in my front yard, before the winter started turning it yellow and weak, stood as tall as my nipples. Which is nearly 5 feet, for those of you unfamiliar with my nipples. I kept meaning to get to them and then not being awake during daylight hours or finding things to do during daylight hours that seemed more important than mowing my yards one day sooner. They’ve been overgrown for months, I thought to myself, what’s another day?
Of course, it’s possible that the mower has also been missing for months, and my lawn would have ended up the way it is now as a result of missing equipment, but there’s really no way of knowing now. So I think I’m going to attack the grass taller than seems “normal” with the weed eater and see how I feel about doing the entire lawn with that tool… We’ll see. Sweep up the leaves and tree-droppings and glass (I don’t know who thought it would be a good idea to smash up wine-cooler bottles in my driveway, but whatever) and pull weeds here and there.
Did I mention I’m trying to shift my sleep schedule by at least 12 hours in two days so i can do lunch and movies on Friday? So I thought I’d do things that keep me awake; brute force tasks that get the blood flowing. We’ll see how this all goes, with no mower. If you see a lawn mower wandering around on its own, by the way, let me know. It may be mine, and simply can’t find its way home. i know I’ve seen movies about appliances leaving homes on their own…
Perhaps the lawn ate the mower. Bonne chance!
Perhaps the lawn ate the mower. Bonne chance!
Well, I cut down the grass that was taller than the other grass to about the height of the other grass. It transforms the appearance of my yard from ‘long-abandoned’ to ‘poorly maintained’, which is a huge step for so little work. I also swept the sidewalk in front of the house and the driveway of the accumulation of fallen leaves, save for one square of sidewalk in front of the house. Because it’s odd, and I hope people walking by wonder why it wasn’t cleaned. My blood is pumping, there is sweat on me, the 64 degree interior of my house feels awfully warm, and I smell of chives.
Did I mention that I have an abundance of wild chives growing in my yard? So much so that the chives grow thick as grass and three times as green. It’s weird. What about me isn’t?
Speaking of the lawn eating the mower, it would not be the first time. That is, the first time I really gave my yard a thorough trim, I found a rake, a shirt and hat, a water bottle and a shoe under the grass. Before i began, these things were totally invisible in the grass. I am fairly certain that the previous resident was eaten by the lawn, pants and all. Since I haven’t cleared the entire lawn, I can’t say for sure whether the mower’s remains aren’t under the grass, but I get the feeling my lawn has a taste for meat rather than metal.
Sigh. I’m tired. Physically, and because I’ve been up a bit too long.
Well, I cut down the grass that was taller than the other grass to about the height of the other grass. It transforms the appearance of my yard from ‘long-abandoned’ to ‘poorly maintained’, which is a huge step for so little work. I also swept the sidewalk in front of the house and the driveway of the accumulation of fallen leaves, save for one square of sidewalk in front of the house. Because it’s odd, and I hope people walking by wonder why it wasn’t cleaned. My blood is pumping, there is sweat on me, the 64 degree interior of my house feels awfully warm, and I smell of chives.
Did I mention that I have an abundance of wild chives growing in my yard? So much so that the chives grow thick as grass and three times as green. It’s weird. What about me isn’t?
Speaking of the lawn eating the mower, it would not be the first time. That is, the first time I really gave my yard a thorough trim, I found a rake, a shirt and hat, a water bottle and a shoe under the grass. Before i began, these things were totally invisible in the grass. I am fairly certain that the previous resident was eaten by the lawn, pants and all. Since I haven’t cleared the entire lawn, I can’t say for sure whether the mower’s remains aren’t under the grass, but I get the feeling my lawn has a taste for meat rather than metal.
Sigh. I’m tired. Physically, and because I’ve been up a bit too long.