Monday; April 16
Late Saturday afternoon I participated in the suburban sport known as “speed mowing”. While I can’t speak for everyone, I think that most of us are familiar with the game that has its roots in precipitation and procrastination. As I was finishing up my supper I looked outside and realized my lawn needed some attention. When I took a glance at my schedule and the weather forecast I realized that unless I got right on the task, by the time I got around to it I was going to have to bail my grass or rent it out for pasture. I hurried through my supper, asked Alexia how much time I had before sundown and headed out the door. I hustled to get the job done before I ran out of natural light. (I think it would have looked silly to mount a flashlight on my mower, but sometimes a guy has to do what a guy has to do.) I have to admit that Alexia is pretty smart because she was right on point and I finished as the last streams of light faded into the horizon.