As we approached the Lagrange House, I noticed the corn was very tall, taller than I had seen it elsewhere. And then I saw the grass. It was up there, but not as much as I thought it could be, because, I found out, a neighbor family had mowed it. I guess living between two rivers and a creek and frequent rain and temperatures in the 70’s to low 80’s is a good growing medium for THINGS THAT HAVE TO BE MOWED. Not to mention pruned. Summer and I went at it – she on the big mower with the accelerator pedal and me on the little cart that can scoot up close to things. In other words, I shifted . . . a lot. I also got stuck in a couple of holes but since I was on the lightweight cart, I was able to put it in reverse and, pushing with my foot, get it moving.
The day before she and I replaced the ceiling fan (with light) in her room. I will skip all the details and just mention that at the end I was standing at the circuit breaker talking on my phone to her on her phone up by the fan:
I’m throwing the switch on the count of three.
Just throw it.
The lights came on in the room. I am slowly approaching the fan; I am pulling the light switch. IT CAME ON!
Then I ran upstairs and we stood there, thinking, my gosh, it works?
Today I am being a bum. Maybe I will go for a walk and maybe I will just keep on bumming.
It’s a much better feeling than getting a zap when you pull the string.