The Old days

It seems as though I've come home to the monstrous green animal that is my lawn, and not until then do I remember the consistent and frequent reminders suddenly all converging on my little cranium at once. Other things too, keep in mind that my lawn isnt ALL I think about. I mean if I was thinking about it all the time I wouldnt get anything else done. The amount of work that needs to be done just to MAINTAIN it alone is consuming, but to improve its quality? that's just out of the question.

no no, I think about many many other things including. School, Dating, Food, Money and sleep. I think about sleep quite a bit actually. I cant think of anything I love more than sleeping, but I cant think of anything I hate more than waking up. So its kind of a hate/love relationship. You can see why I dont talk about it too often. It gets me flustered.

Ah the old days. When mowing lawns was an ART! it was dont with no help from combustion engines at all! It was a cycle of blades destined to cut the grass of fate. I cant help but imagine the excitement and anticipation that people would have waiting for the newest model! In my situation cutting that grass would be most impossible. There's no way that I could walk that thing around my lawn! If I were to do so then that would be the end of my hamstrings. (and any other muscle below my waste!) So I guess the move from a push-mo-blade to Luxury Mower is quite the improvement. Even if it does take the Art out of mowing a lawn. I recall as a child the show "pepper ann" in which her and her friend decide to make money mowing lawns to buy a new pair of roller skates. She entices one of her friends into doing the work for her while she slacks off and dreams of her new skates (kind of a manger position) as the new young fervent employee takes on the challenge of making customers happy. He sees the art in mowing lawns. Doing vast shapes and images for the different green grass loving lazy people who pay other people to mow their lawns for them. In the end something happens and I cant remember. I think they get some sort of tandem lawn push-mo-blade machine and take full responsibility for the actions that she shamefully made her friend commit (He was one of those artsy types)

Anyway! I'm glad I have an Ipod some sunglasses and a riding lawnmower in a day when I dont have stamina or 4 hours to make the short plant covering my front yard....even shorter.