A Few Things Mowed Over
Tuesday, June 19, 2007 at 7:57AM 
Yesterday I mowed the back yard. It took me a couple of hours, and my back yard isn’t that big. The yard first needed to be mowed about 2 weeks ago, but since then the weather has only cooperated long enough for me to get the front yard cut. In much of the back yard, the grass was 8 inches or longer, and thick, thick, thick. Mowing it was quite the slog.
I like mowing. My sister and I mowed the big church yard of the church my dad pastored when I was in junior high and high school, and I learned then that mowing is great for thinking. Maybe too great for thinking. My sister loves to tell the story (or is it stories?) of me absentmindedly mowing over the hose and destroying it. I don’t remember much about it, but of course, she remembers it perfectly. Sisters are like that.
That sort of thing might run in the family, by the way. One of my children—I won’t say exactly which one—tried to mow over a six by six by four inch clump of aluminum. Of course, in that case, it wasn’t the clump of aluminum that was destroyed.
I also received an email yesterday from a regular reader who lives in New York. She is here in Whitehorse so her husband can take part in the Yukon River Quest. We may get together for coffee if we can work it out, and if we do, it will be the first time I’ve met someone in real life that I first met through blogging.
Reader Comments (5)
I hope you get to meet your friend. Maybe it will be the start of a trend of bloggers heading up your way.
I mowed a week or so ago and I was so deep in my thoughts that I mowed over two things: a newspaper in a plastic sleeve in my driveway (our newspapers are delivered in the front of the house and brought in around 6 o'clock am, so that was definitely a case of the newspaper being in the wrong place at the wrong time, ergo, not my fault) and one of the dog's hook ups (plastic coated wire cable)(the grass was very long and I didn't see it, therefore it was the fault of the long grass.) That's my story and I'm sticking with it!
The newspaper shredded as if it had been blown up with a firecracker--no harm done--but the dog's chain stopped the mower. Thankfully, it started after I unwound the chain from the blade.
At least I'm not the only absent minder mower! :)
My husband and I have a theory about bright people getting bored with the mundane like mowing and driving. They tend to get distracted into their brainy thoughts and have more accidents, etc. I think you fall into the very bright category so I'm not surprised you run over things...
I hope this doesn't sound anything but complimentary!
:)