Mowing Today: So I’ve had two days of mowing so far with so much to tell. Yesterday I had quite an eventful day. We mowed the temple block, which can be exasperating. The grass is usually shorter because we mow there consistently thus making our lines harder to see. Besides that though, it’s mowing, so naturally I find it a thrill. Yesterday I was mowing one of the edges and I tapped a road sign with my mower. It was one of those signs with the holes in it. To my horror, a disgruntled family of wasps swarmed out trying to find what had disturbed their peace and quiet. I abandoned my mower and hopped back to were Hayley was. I squeaked out that there were wasps that wanted to kill me and she calmly mowed around the road sign. I’m pretty sure I have made enemies with every wasp on those grounds. Last week I was watering and I happened to notice two wasps minding their own business. My 5 year old Sally took over for about two seconds as I decided that it would be hilarious to spray them. Needless to say, they were not happy. They flew around furiously trying to find the culprit. I sneakily moved to the other bushes with hopes that they would forget they were angry and move on with life.
Today was the most hilarious day in all of creation. Hayley took the day off because her sister was having her baby so I started off in a bad mood. On top of that, we had to mow the temple park which takes FOREVER to mow. As much as I love seeing those clear, straight lines down 900 East, I was not in the mood for excess mowing. I was down by the light on one of the grass patches that runs along the road. I started with my first line and I saw one of the control valve boxes was in my way. I didn’t worry about mowing around it, so I plowed right over the top. Before I knew it the lid had flipped sideways and I had fallen into the nasty, murky water. I had a death grip on my mower so I kept pushing the gas. My hands and mower were thus a lot further away from my left leg which gave me, I’m sure, the appearance of doing the splits. I finally let go of my mower and examined my current predicament. I, of course, was laughing hysterically and I looked around with hopes of sharing my embarrassment with someone. The three boys I was mowing with were all focused on their stupid lines. I rolled my eyes and got out of the control valve box. For the rest of the day my left foot and calf was wet and in pain. When I told Mike later he shook his head and laughed telling me that I probably wouldn’t have been able to live it down had someone witness. He’s probably right, but I don’t mind being teased. Needless to say, this has been a great day for mowing.
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