I got it done before the town ticketed me - the lawn is mowed. The back looks like somebody's been cutting hay. Jethro keeps the grass thick and healthy back there. The front looks like a mole farm. The dog, bless him, keeps the moles out of the back yard. I should find a way to rotate him through the whole yard. It would certainly look better. And I have the usual spring blisters on my hands and one on the bottom of my left big toe.
|Doing things you used to do for me . . .|
Following up on yesterday's discussion, my brain went wandering and parodying while I was working on the back yard. Remember that old Enjoli commercial - I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan, and never let you forget you're a man, 'cause I'm a woman? Well, today my mind churned up: I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan, and never whine about needing a man, 'cause I'm a widow. I do bacon in a microwave, but that just didn't sound right.
This is why Mama brought me up to be like I am. She saw her mother widowed after years of caring for an invalid husband, and it was important to her that I always be able to take care of myself. And here I am. I'm not enjoying it, but you and Mama were right - you both knew I'd be okay. But nobody ever said I'd like it.
Love you forever,