7:47 a.m. I mowed the lawn yesterday afternoon. After a month I figured it was time. When the neighbors started glaring at me a couple of weeks ago I would just yell to them, "It's okay! I'm waiting for it to go to seed!" Smile. Wave.
So, good citizen that I am, I was out there for 4 hours using the death trap lawn mower I have had for 10 years. The kind that you actually have to push. I have had to devise some ingenius repairs over time. Like the clothes hanger to keep the power supply thingy attached to the engine thingy. And then the handle...it occasionally flies off while I am mowing. I wasted a half hour of sunlight yesterday searching the grass for the bolt and screw. So far I haven't been impaled by little lawn mower missles.
So, I am still trying to write the perfect love song. I was thinking of lyrics while I was mowing. I think it inspired me.
You've mowed up my affection,
And spit it out.
But the clippings of my heart,
Will fertilize your
Prize-winning lawn of love.
Pretty good, huh? Huh? Shania Twain and Clint Black would be all over that baby.