I love mowing the lawn. I have ever since I started. It is always nice to look and see that you mowed that tall grass down to a reasonable height. It is nice alone time- the mower blocks out other noises, and I usually listen to music (and sometimes sing along...). Mowers are pretty cool too, as they help you mow the lawn.
I love doing all of this.
Our new lawn mower is silent, so since my family (or the family members that are not away at college...) went out with me to clear some weeds, or just sit there and watch and laugh, it can also be nice family time.
Unless, of course, you have a crappy mower... and then the yard doesn't look nice, and you can't do anything about it, unless you rake in different directions, and then all the laying-down blasted grass that is laying down pops up, and you mow over it until it lays back down again, or you are some how able to cut it with the lawn mower (which isn't automatic-it's like an old-fashioned lawn mower, only upgraded. Also, the "bag", so called, doesn't help anything, it just holds the tiny bit of grass that you some how cut on the blade, so that the blade tosses it in front of you- so you also have to rake the whole terrible-looking yard...). Your hands hurt from gripping the handle (which happens on any hand lawn mower, but I thought I'd just add that to the list...). Your arms hurt from dragging it across the lawn-excuse me, Pushing it across the lawn; using your whole body weight to get it over the blasted stubborn grass, and then trying to find a way to mow properly beneath the rose bush, so you have to Pick it Up, and turn it around. And then your legs hurt, again from pushing the thing across the now bad-looking yard, as the grass will Still not stand up, no matter what different directions you push it from. Your back hurts too, but that's just a given. And then, you feel bad because, what you thought would be a good time mowing, and then being hot and tired, but proud that you did all that, you look out at the yard and... All the grass that laid down as you thrust the mower over it is springing up, and looking like a bad hair-cut-to say the LEAST!(my mom says that I should point out that the silly lawn mower is green. "Literally and politically". Green is my favorite color.)
Then it all stinks. Your family being the best part, as they force you to laugh about it.
I still like to mow the lawn. Just not with this mower...
So last weekend we dropped my brother off at college, and met my brothers really cool future in-laws. Now it feels like just a really really long girls week. But, I love my brothers, I do, but we all must grow up, and put aside old grievances, if my brothers hadn't left to go grow up, then I wouldn't have this opportunity to grow up. Furthermore, I don't think I would have finally seen my sister for who she is. A great and beautiful young woman. For the past few years, I some how was under the impression that she was an evil older sister trying to control my life. Like all older sisters, she is like a mother hen to me. I found it extremely annoying, and I treated her with resentment, and I worked not to do what she had asked me-some how turning it into a bossy order. I was resolved not to satisfy her. The problem was she didn't care, and she was ignorant of my strange rebellion (which I blame on Puberty, and Satan).
But this has changed. There will still be arguments, and annoyance, but I will not be trying to get revenge all the time for nothing.
I put up the books on the book shelf last night, so I keep glancing at my handy-work. I Love organizing!
I started a manuscript that I have had under my cap for about a year or so, and I can't seem to put it down-I stayed up until four in the morning writing. I have used up half of a notebook; this has never happened in this short amount of time.
I am really excited.
Tomorrow we are going to start church hunting. I am Really excited about that as well. Church is our main source of friends, so I'm definitely looking forward to it. Not to mention how thirsty I have been of waking up early, and going to have fellowship.
Well, I better go. Hope you like my little adventure with the lawn mower.
CCO
P. S. one of the neighbors have a tree in their front yard. The tree has an owl. And there are crickets. I am happy :)
