Or the things that go through my mind while mowing our lawn. I should preface by saying that we haven't mowed our lawn in close to a month. I KNOW! Thank god we don't have a neighborhood association as I'm sure they would have been burning us in effigy. Although that may have helped slow the lawn growth.
The reason it has gone on so long is that we are just crazazy busy and it's been mother-lovin' hot and when we finally get home the very, very last thing either the Mr. or I want to do is mow the damn lawn. So we've been ignoring it. But last night, I could do it no more. So after setting the lawn mower on its very highest wheel height, I ventured into the meadow with my Sony discman blasting the Blues Brothers - which is my lawn-mowing soundtrack.
Yes, I did say Sony discman. I do not own an I-pod like the rest of the known world. And, about fifteen minutes in, when the batteries on my awesome portable disc player died? And we had no replacements? I was seriously cursing the I-Pndless situation. Damn thing cut out right in the middle of Aretha Franklin too.
So I was left to my own wandering thoughts. First of which was that I am unwittingly now a snail murderer. Remember that movie with the evil frogs? I just remember the end shot with the big old house covered in frogs. That's sort of what our lawn looked like. Long blades of grass with snails. I think I mowed over about a million snails. Wiped out entire colonies. Poor things, never knew what hit them. I hope they don't organize and come after us. *shudder*
Did anyone else go through a stage in...maybe middle school...where "riddles" were popular? Two of the ones I thought of last night were, "The music stopped, and she died." And the other one, "A guy is dead (why they all involved dead people, I'm not sure) in a room locked from the inside. There is nothing in the room except the dead body and a puddle of water. How did he die?" Those were some real brain teasers. Why they suddenly came to mind while I was mowing the lawn, I have no idea. Maybe it was all the snail murder going on.
I thought about my lack of blogging this summer. And decided not to get too het up about it. Been there - done that. Doin' what I can.
The Pixie and WB were inside watching a Power Rangers movie while I was out mowing and she came out periodically to tell me a)She was hiding in the closet during the scary parts b)She was now having a picnic on the living room floor and c) she just wanted to give me a kiss. Awwwwwww.
Finally - what a total sense of accomplishment you get from mowing the lawn. It's something so tangible, you know? First - it's an ankle-high crab-grass fest and then, at the end?- it's all lovely rows. Covered in snail remnants. Pretty!
Oh. And ten points to anyone who can figure out the riddles.
