Cutting the grass is not a lot of laughs.
It is 9:11 p.m. PDT. and I think I may go to bed. Why, well I am tired, have joint pains and I am pretty sure I actually pulled a muscle in my butt. And I really didn't think I had muscles back there that could be pulled by mowing the lawn. Needless to say, I am not entirely amused with lawn mowing.
When I took over the lawn-cutting duties because my husband (known as Mr. X) is pretty busy with work, I thought it would be this way to get outside. Get a little exercise. And find the work fulfilling ... or in a strange way relaxing.
Yes, I know that sounds a little weird. But I look at my mom. She cuts a lot grass. She and my dad live on a farm in Oklahoma...and the yard around the house is pretty big. She complains, but she gets a certain amount of satisfaction from cutting the grass. For her, it is another reason to be outside and time to think.
I even have friends who talk about how they like to cut the grass. Some even talk about how it is a good way to get a little exercise. Right now, I don't see any of that.
As much as I want to, I can't give up on this little project. One, I am pretty sure the city of Medford has code enforcers that would write a high grass ticket.
And two, at some point, I have to find some benefit out of it. I just need to keep an open mind, right?
On the bright side of this pain-in-my-rump, I think it makes some of the older male neighbors uncomfortable to see a girl behind a push mower. And that makes me smile a little bit. OK, a lot.
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