No quote of the day. Maybe later.
Song of the Day: "Anihilation" as done by A Perfect Circle
State of mind: somewhat productive followed by annoyed followed by defeated and then I made pancakes.
Date: May 11th 2008. Mother's Day. (I bought her chocolate.)
I mowed my first lawn today. I know that seems like a wierd thing to do for the first time at my youthful and bouncy age, but it's true. I've waited so long because when I was in the 3rd grade a boy that was in my class had been out of school for a few days. When he came back his foot was all bandaged up so he told everyone that he lost two toes while he was helping his dad mow the lawn because he slipped on a hill and his foot slide under the mower. I had an immediate visual image of the gruesome event, realized that my house is surrouned by the same kind of demonic, ready-to-remove-the-toes-of-little-children hills and immediately made a vow to never touch a lawn mower.
That was until this morning when my landlord hadn't shown up again and it was either mow the lawn or buy a goat. It's going to rain tomorrow and from what people that mow the lawn say, it's a real bitch to cut wet grass. Or you shouldn't cut wet grass because it does something to the mower. I'm not sure, but apparently wet grass is bad. Last year the landlord left in our cellar one of those old fashioned mowers; the kind with two wheels that spin the blades.I figured that it wouldn't be able to remove my piggies so I lugged it up the stairs with my work gloves on and my earbuds in place with a little manual labor music. My yard is about the size of a living room. I'm sure it can't even be techincally defined as a lawn. It's like a lawnette. But it gave me one hell of a hard time. So many dandelions and weeds that just would not be cut. I must have gone over that tiny patch of grass 4 times! Finally I gave in. A majority of the grass was shorn, with a few stubborn weeds standing tall just taunting me. It took me about two hours to mow that lawn and after all of that I figured the weeds deserved to live and left them alone. I put the mower inside the back door and went inside to get a drink before finding the rake to at least tidy up the clippings. As I was getting a glass of water, feeling kind of proud for taking it upon myself to keep my yard somewhat under control, (and oddly looking forward to going back outside to do more), my landlord pulls up with his fancy schmancy power mower and went over the lawn- the entire thing front and back- in under 10 minutes. I kind of hate him.