The urge has worn off

During the previous three days I’ve been thinking, “I want to mow this little lawn here.” Really, I wanted to go out, do it and get it done. But it rained on and off and the grass was always damp and the temperature was chilly. This morning the sun is out and the temperature getting warm and I’m thinking,”Oh, I can mow.” But my tone is not determined; it is deadpan.

What happened to my mowing mood? Ah, well, I’ll be using an electric mower and avoiding the cord should provide some entertainment. When I mow, Shane runs out and gets his Wubbas; they nestle in odd places, blend in and then, WHACK, they get mowed – to be delicate about it. Of course, that was with the gas mower and was dramatic. I think they might put up a fight with the electric and then it would conk out and I wouldn’t be able to mow anymore.

This is making me think I never wanted to mow in the first place – the cold rain just freed me up to pretend I was industrious.

Sigh. Time to get on with it.

chop chop.