Mowing

Yesterday I looked at the weather and saw five days of rain staring me in the face, starting today. So, yesterday, I thought, “Yikes” and headed up to Mother’s to mow. The weather conditions had been very good for growing and as I turned the corner, the word derelict passed through my mind. So began about six hours of grass cutting – an activity I am thinking of making a formal ritual with ice coolers and the blessing of the gas cans.

The grass was tall enough it was a little like a harvest. I went back and forth and round in circles . . . and Sydney walked behind me all the way. His feet were green  and I tried to get him to lie on a sleeping back in the shade where he could see me. But no, there he was, plodding behind. I don’t know if he thinks this sheep really needs directing or if his eyesight has failed to the point of needing to be close. We pulled into Wendy’s on the way home and I got him two Double Stackers; I went next door and got an 89 cent 5 layer beefy burrito. We got home at 8:30 pm just as it was getting fully dark. Sydney and I both lay down.

Now, today, which was supposed to be yesterday’s rainy tomorrow, is sunny for now and I am not complaining. I think I am going to go ride my scooter . . . as soon as the aspirin and tylenol kick in.