Cutting the Grass, and Cutting the Complaints
The past 48 hours has been almost been comedy to me. I was procrastinating on cutting the grass for a while now and it got to the point that it just became embarrassing. So I broke down last evening and decided to cut it. I didn't realize that the seasons are changing and that it its getting darker earlier. So, when i normally have a solid 1.5 hours of daylight after I put my son to bed, I only had 30 minutes this time. I figured I would cut the hard part first, the front and side yards.
When I tell you that I swore off ever cutting my own grass again....I was in some kind of mood. Last night I was formulating a poem about how I would never cut my own grass...I'm independent and don't have anything to prove by cutting my own yard. For those who don't know I live in Florida. And this is still the rainy season. The humidity is so thick you'll choke. Every kind of insect and lizard lives in the grass. Grasshoppers, wasps, flies, gnats, bees...roaches walking down the street and then when they get tired they fly off. I had so many insects swarming at my head that I had a residual hum in my ear when i went to bed. Then, there's the landscaping. I must first give thanks to my builder who in his wisdom built my house up on a mound of dirt, creating a hill on the front and west side of my house. Great for drainage during the rainy season. But a pain in the tail to cut! My lawnmower needs the blades to be sharpened,...therefore my self-mulching 3-in-1 mower kept choking on the grass, leaving clumps behind. I raised the bed of the mower and it didn't help. So while i have to keep re-starting the mower, another colony of gnats decide to attack my ears. Did I tell you that sweat makes my tattoo itch?? So I'm sweating, itching, working with a choking mower, and fighting every insect this side of the Mississippi. I was so aggravated, I wanted to cut the whole yard and get it over with. But no. I'm running out of daylight. I can't see the line I just cut.
I put the mower in the garage and put my trash on the curb for Thursday's trash day. I saw my neighbor, another single black female living alone, and I told her about my ordeal. We both were tired of maintaining our lawns and vowed to hire someone. We work had an deserve to treat ourselves.
Then I get to work and find out that one of our supervisors was spontaneously fired. Shock and awe! Whenever I hear of someone losing their job, it makes me very conscious of the work I do and how I spend my money. I need to make sure I'm doing my part to be a good steward of the job and money I'm given. So as much as I want to hire that gardener, I cut the backyard instead. It took me maybe 20 minutes to finish the yard (I still need to edge and blow). It became dark out as it appeared that a storm was blowing in. The winds increased and all the insects seemed to disappear. I took 10 minutes to survey my property, to walk on my soft, lush, and spongy grass, to breath, and say a prayer of thanksgiving for all that God has given me. Its a blessing to have a lawn to cut and resident insects to swat at.
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When I tell you that I swore off ever cutting my own grass again....I was in some kind of mood. Last night I was formulating a poem about how I would never cut my own grass...I'm independent and don't have anything to prove by cutting my own yard. For those who don't know I live in Florida. And this is still the rainy season. The humidity is so thick you'll choke. Every kind of insect and lizard lives in the grass. Grasshoppers, wasps, flies, gnats, bees...roaches walking down the street and then when they get tired they fly off. I had so many insects swarming at my head that I had a residual hum in my ear when i went to bed. Then, there's the landscaping. I must first give thanks to my builder who in his wisdom built my house up on a mound of dirt, creating a hill on the front and west side of my house. Great for drainage during the rainy season. But a pain in the tail to cut! My lawnmower needs the blades to be sharpened,...therefore my self-mulching 3-in-1 mower kept choking on the grass, leaving clumps behind. I raised the bed of the mower and it didn't help. So while i have to keep re-starting the mower, another colony of gnats decide to attack my ears. Did I tell you that sweat makes my tattoo itch?? So I'm sweating, itching, working with a choking mower, and fighting every insect this side of the Mississippi. I was so aggravated, I wanted to cut the whole yard and get it over with. But no. I'm running out of daylight. I can't see the line I just cut.
I put the mower in the garage and put my trash on the curb for Thursday's trash day. I saw my neighbor, another single black female living alone, and I told her about my ordeal. We both were tired of maintaining our lawns and vowed to hire someone. We work had an deserve to treat ourselves.
Then I get to work and find out that one of our supervisors was spontaneously fired. Shock and awe! Whenever I hear of someone losing their job, it makes me very conscious of the work I do and how I spend my money. I need to make sure I'm doing my part to be a good steward of the job and money I'm given. So as much as I want to hire that gardener, I cut the backyard instead. It took me maybe 20 minutes to finish the yard (I still need to edge and blow). It became dark out as it appeared that a storm was blowing in. The winds increased and all the insects seemed to disappear. I took 10 minutes to survey my property, to walk on my soft, lush, and spongy grass, to breath, and say a prayer of thanksgiving for all that God has given me. Its a blessing to have a lawn to cut and resident insects to swat at.
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