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Tuesday, July 22, 2003
Well, last night we had the biggest-assed storm that this area has had in quite some time. And, even now, we are still under a flood watch. However, it doesn't look all that ominous today. The threat of rain is supposed to continue throughout the week, but I guess that remains to be seen. In my infinite wisdom, yesterday, I mowed my grandmother's lawn for her, seeing as how the weather prediction for the rest of the week did not seem conducive to lawnmowing. Good job I did it--it was a monsoon last night. Normally, the mowing of the lawn is my responsibility because of my entire family, I am the only one who doesn't have to work a lick during the summer. I understand this. But, my grandmother has a freakin' HUGE yard, and she doesn't have a riding mower. Up until a few summers ago, she mowed her own lawn (that was before she fell one day while mowing, broke her leg, and had to have surgery to fix it), so, at about 60 years younger than she is, I suppose I should be able to handle the task. Which, I can. I have no choice. If I (or someone) doesn't do it, she will do it herself. And that's a great big no-no. She'll be 89 in a few months. Still spry, but not mammoth lawn-mowing spry. It just takes a while to mow that lawn. Even with the mower set on its highest speed, it still takes me a good hour and a half to mow the whole yard. And, with the self-propelled mower basically dragging me along, it's a pretty good workout. The downside is that when it is soooo freakin' hot, the grass clippings all stick to me--ALL OVER. Arms, legs, face, back (cause I usually wear a swimming suit and shorts). Gross. Yesterday, though, was almost the end of my lawnmowing career. As I was mowing the front yard, my already poorly constructed ankle decided to *pop* because I stepped on the edge of where the grass meets the street in an awkward manner. I wish I had a video of it because there I was, hopping on one foot while trying to push the stupid mower back up the small bank of the front yard because I was standing in the middle of the street. I couldn't really put any weight on the bad ankle, and so I hobbled into the garage and sat down for a second. After a minute or two of sweating and manipulating my ankle a bit, I felt a second *pop* and all was restored to order. It's the craziest thing, I know. But, my ankle has pretty much nothing left in it except some bones and probably one tendon that is holding it together due to all of the injuries it has sustained. So, with everything back in place, I went out to finish my mowing. Later, as I thought I was finishing, I stepped in a small divot in the yard and almost broke my OTHER ankle. Another narrowly averted disaster. Then, soon after, I had to avoid a patch of mysterious poop. Whence the poop came, I know not. My grandmother has no animals, nor do any of her neighbors. It was not bunny poop, and it was not bird poop. It was a pile o' poop. It will be a mystery. Lawn mowing is dangerous work, yo. ¶ Ξ PDawg Composed at 1:20:00 PM |
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