Oh, I was going to title this post “The first lawnmowing” but just didn’t type it. But I did mow part of the yard . . . which makes me wonder why they don’t call it a yardmower. Quite possibly, it is because those of use with “yards” first used goats, sheep and other animals to keep the grass down.

I could have used some sheep; the lawnmower isn’t working exactly right as far as throttling is concerned. It cut the grass but I didn’t need to fear anything shooting out the side. It sounded puny and, actually, I felt puny just listening to it. I walked slowly as if that would make us – the mower and myself – not real noticeable. I didn’t look at anyone who passed because I thought I would see pity in their eyes. I could take it but I worried for the little mower that has Electrolux stamped on it. Maybe I vacuumed the lawn, er, yard.