Yesterday, Shane and I went up to the LaGrange House and we mowed, for the first time this season. He herded me on the mower, barking when I paused to move an obstacle or just determine what area I was going to attack next. He would nip at the tires. He also did not trust me to do the job without his supervision; he refused to go and lay down lie down and just watch. (See, I was so rattled I myself made one of my pet peeve goofs.)

We felt like we had achieved something when we finished what we were going to do that day. I put the mower in the shed and walked up beside the car to the deck and out of the corner of my eye, I saw this: my front passenger window.

I had not mowed anywhere near the car. I don’t know where the zapping came from, but I was certainly zapped, or is that smited?