Thursday, May 7, 2015

The Ow of Mowing

Dear John,
 
In a perfect world, somebody would be writing about the tao of mowing. But the world and I are imperfect, and mowing today was distinctly a matter of, "Ow!"
 
It's rained a good deal this week, so the grass was long enough to keep stalling the mower. That required turning it over and cleaning out the grass from underneath, setting it back upright again, and re-starting it. The starter cord can only be pulled with the right hand. I bruised my right ribs when Jethro tried to kill me ten days ago. He may finally succeed - my ribs are killing me. They only hurt when I breathe or move. It's much worse than it was when I first fell and bruised them. If it isn't better tomorrow, I may have to get them X-rayed. I don't have time for this.
 
Today was our first summer day. The temperature reached the 80s and it just looked, felt, and smelled like summer. Our lilac is almost in full bloom and it smells wonderful. The windows are open, the birds are singing, the crickets are chirping, and the cats are lying in the window sills taking it all in. I got a bit sunburned mowing this morning. And my right hand and fingernails are stained bright green from digging out all that grass. It's a good thing I'll be working the drive-up tomorrow, where nobody can see my hands! Mowing felt good except for my ribs. And they hurt enough that I came inside and threw up. You can imagine what that made my ribs feel like.
 
I took some Naproxen late this afternoon and it did help a bit. I'll take more tonight and try to find a comfortable position to sleep in. And I'll have to mow twice a week while the grass is growing this fast. This mulching mower can't handle much height of grass.
 
So that's the ow of mowing. Everything ows right now, since it's hard to neither breathe nor move. Wish me luck sleeping tonight! And getting the green stains off my hands.
 
Love you, adore you, worship the ground you walk on,
Joan.

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