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Power Lame Mower

Yes, it is another Lame Post Friday, my day of random observations and half-baked philosophy.  I seem to remember earlier this week threatening to philosophize (half-bakedly, of course) about how many of us hate to be reminded about things we ought to be doing (especially if we ought to be doing them without being reminded).  Well, I don’t feel like it.  If you would like to remind me that I ought to do what I say I am going to do, feel free.

 

I went for another run this afternoon after work.  I did not run as far.  I certainly did not run fast (I didn’t run fast yesterday either, but I believe I ran less slowly).  I composed a Running Commentary blog post in my head as I ran.  I’m not going to write it up now.  How many Running Commentaries do my readers want to read?  No, seriously, I’m asking, how many Running Commentary blog posts do you think are good?

 

After my short run, I attempted to mow the lawn.  I can’t get the power mower started so I used the non-power one I purchased for precisely that reason.  It does not work as well, but I did what I could with it. Then I did some stuff with a garden implement purchased by my husband.  It consists of a short double blade on a handle.  You can swing it back and forth and cut things down.  I attempted to do this with the tall dandelions which had eluded the mower.

 

I felt like I was doing battle.  The enemy was much smaller than me, but I was way outnumbered.  Swish, swipe, try that again.  Wait, there are some more.  Look behind me.  I’m surrounded!  At last many of them lay dead or wounded.  Oh dear, that is a terrible image.  I had no idea I was so blood-thirsty.  Oh, OK, I really did.

 

My beloved schnoodle, Tabby, is once again not feeling well.  I throw that in as a blatant bid for some sympathy.  Steven and I are worried about our sweet dog.  I hate to end on a down note, but that is really all I have today.  Hope you are having a non-lame Friday.

 

9 responses »

  1. Did Tabby ever get over the Lyme disease, Cynthia? This is not good, again? Oh, no.

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  2. I am glad Tabby is improving. It’s never fun when furbabies are sick.

    And was your lawnmower experience like this? A little sweary, but lawnmowers do bring that side out.

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    • Oh, that’s hilarious. Next time I’ll pretend I’m the Grim Reaper with the the blade on the handle (it’s not exactly a scythe, but I have a vivid imagination) instead of an oversize soldier. I’ll tell the dandelions, “You may call me Grim.”

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      • My question is, at what point does the Grim Reaper upgrade to a riding mower? And what beverage does he have in his cup holder?

      • I’m thinking Grimmy (as his close friends call him) is something of a Luddite and still has not upgraded from his scythe. I’d like to think if he had a riding mower with a cup holder he would drink something like black coffee with a shot of whiskey. These are good questions to ponder. Thanks.

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