The grass is growing at a fast rate. I can almost hear it. The rains have finally held back and it is dry enough today to mow. I decided to start with my dog's yard. Many obstacles lie waiting to befuddle me.
Nonetheless, it has to be done. Eddie is a fan of the tufts of really tall grass. He likes to position himself in it and looks like he has a green cloak on. Of course, by the time I have him in the view finder for a picture, he runs towards me. He was cute though! You will have to take my word for it.
I put on some shorts and cotton shirt to absorb the sweat and headed to the back yard with my ready rake and poop bags. Four months of cold weather poop awaits my attention. I notice that my babies have been kind to me and pooped on the outer perimeter of the yard all winter. It is white, like ghost poop. I rake it all up and my shoulder begins to throb.
I asked HeWho is in charge of all things with motors and gas to fill my mower and get it started for me. By now I am picking up other obstacles and I am annoyed. The old water heater is still in my yard, along with the old power box that was replaced when the well digging event occurred. The trenches from the heavy truck are awaiting some fill dirt, and as I recall, I was promised that some time ago.
I mowed my yard and am now exhausted and my shoulder is screaming at me. My thumb is in a brace, but still hurts and the sweat on my hand is making it slippery. The first mow of the season is always the hardest for me. I usually mow my back yard, my side yard, then around all my gardens and trees, ending up on the other side of the building before I take a break. I will be working my way up to that.
In the meantime, I tackled the spare bedroom. It used to hold a bed for company. Since my Dad died and my kids are too busy with their kids to visit, I gave the bed away. The room has become a catch all. I sorted and stacked and dusted and swept ….. BUT I STILL HAVEN'T FOUND MY GEORGE FOREMAN GRILL!!
I have gone over every square inch of my house. I dreamed about it last night. If you broke into my house and stole my George Foreman grill, please tell me. You can keep it, I just want to know where it is.