Neanderpundit

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is to rake grass. Hell, raking of any kind just torques me off. So I’m very careful when I can be to cut grass early and often; it’s much easier to drive the tractor around several times a week than it is to rake.

But on vacation, I didn’t have the ability. And none of my neighbors have much in the way of equipment. So I mowed yesterday, and the clumps of dead grass took five heaping wheelbarrows to get back to the garden.

In somewhat related news, Barber Joe has been forbidden from mowing his lawn. Seems he was getting ready to mow, and the lever didn’t start the blades. So he turns off the mower and gets down on the ground to look underneath the frame; sure enough, a cotter pin has sheared. So he’s trying to get it out to replace it and the “WHOLE GODDANED NEIGHBORHOOD” (His words) come running over yelling “JOE!!! JOE!!!!” thinking he’s had a grabber and fallen off the mower.

His wife (Again, Joe’s words) says “Goddammit Joe! No more goddamned lawn! You’re gonna sell that goddamned mower and I’m gonna get someone to mow the goddamned lawn before you give ME a goddamned heart attack”

Joe, like me, fails to see the issue. He has(Had) a riding mower so it wasn’t like he was pushing an old reel.

Still. Joe says one of his customers runs a lawn service, and he comes and mows Joe’s lawn for $25 a week. So Joe put me in touch with Jesus. That’s HaySoos, not the other one- and I’m gonna call him and ask if he’ll mow my backyard. And see if he runs screaming away like everyone else. If he does I’m gonna see if I can find an old bent ash snath and scythe and mow like the old man did. Have to be safer than pushing a damned mower. Plus grim reaper.