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Things not to do at 1:30am
I have to wonder what it says about me that I just decided to mow my lawn¹ at 1:30am², because I genuinely think that’s the most appropriate time I’m likely to get in the foreseeable future.³
¹ Well, the most visible portion of it, anyway.
² Mind you, this was with a manual rotary mower.⁴ I don’t want to wake up my neighbours.
³ For values of “the foreseeable future” approaching “before a possible deluge delivered by the dregs of hurricane Earl”.
⁴ Which does not in fact actually cut any grass stalks over a certain height, which, plus last week’s rains, mean it was not so much a matter of “mowing” the lawn as of “pushing over” the lawn. But it still looks better than before. Or at least I hope it might, when there’s daylight and I can see it.
¹ Well, the most visible portion of it, anyway.
² Mind you, this was with a manual rotary mower.⁴ I don’t want to wake up my neighbours.
³ For values of “the foreseeable future” approaching “before a possible deluge delivered by the dregs of hurricane Earl”.
⁴ Which does not in fact actually cut any grass stalks over a certain height, which, plus last week’s rains, mean it was not so much a matter of “mowing” the lawn as of “pushing over” the lawn. But it still looks better than before. Or at least I hope it might, when there’s daylight and I can see it.
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that is nerdsexy.
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Well, one of the new euphemisms I learned this weekend was "lady garden." So I read "mowing the lawn" as a euphemism involving a lady garden.
Coming back to the real world sucks sometimes.
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