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2138. Higgledy-piggledy

Barry mowed the lawn for exercise. He rather enjoyed it; enjoyed it that is until his wife, Jacinta, decided to supervise.

“Mow in straight lines!” she would order from the raised veranda. “Don’t make the mowed lines criss-cross and mishmash. Get a bit of order into the pattern. It’s all higgledy-piggledy.”

That took the fun out of it. Barry hated mowing the lawn after that.

It so happened that Barry’s new job took him away from home, sometimes for a couple of weeks on end. Jacinta had to mow the lawn.

It was all criss-cross and mishmash. The mowed lines were all higgledy-piggledy. It afforded Barry a great deal of pleasure to survey it when he came home.

2102. Enough to make you sickle

When will the rain stop? Sabrina gazed out the window and sighed. The summer school break was about to begin. She had enough problems finding things for Travis to do when the sun was shining. But a summer of rain? Goodness.

Travis was a boy who liked his own company. He wasn’t forever going and playing with friends. He liked to do things on his own, such as mowing the lawn and picking fruit. He liked fixing things and working out how things worked.

Sabrina was not keen that he spend all his summer time sitting at the computer. And there it was; the summer break had begun! And rain, rain, rain.

Was that a break in the clouds? “Why don’t you mow the lawn even though the grass is wet?” suggested Sabrina. So he did, and after half an hour the lawn mower died.

Rising to the challenge Travis purchased an old sickle. He read on line how to use it safely – with a sweeping arm motion away from the body. Before long he got the knack of it. Rain or not, he couldn’t wait for the grass to grow! The place was a picture.

“How do you manage, with all this rain,” asked many a passer-by, “to keep your place so tidy?”

“Travis uses a sickle,” said Sabrina proudly.

It wasn’t long before someone reported Sabrina for allowing her son to use a dangerous implement. Social Services called. Such irresponsibility trusting a boy with a hazardous sickle.

Yeah, like a motor mower is any safer.

1012. Mowing

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I’ve been meaning to tell you for some time – something important about the forthcoming presidential election in America… As you can possibly see, I am about to start the lawn mower and mow the lawn. I quite like mowing the lawn, but these days the lawn mower gets a bit temperamental when it comes to starting. It used to start on the first pull of the rope, but now it seems to take two or three attempts before it flutters into operation.

There! See! I just pulled it once and it didn’t start. So again! Here goes!

…..… the event………………………….. and even if………………………………………………….. on… Hillary………….. sounds crazy but……………………………. and even if she did we…………..… on the other hand who knows? …..utterly corr…………………………..… thirteen daisies make a……………….……….…………………………….… Donald whenever……………………….… that…………quite idio……………………………………………………………………………………………….

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finished………………………. mulcher…….. rain………..

There now! All done! At last I’ve got that off my chest.

 

639. Mow the lawn!

© Bruce Goodman 11 July 2015

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Owen’s wife was forever going on about how he should mow the lawn.

“Stop lounging on your backside reading the paper,” she said. “Look at the length of that grass.”

“It’s alright for you,” Owen would say. “I work all week and it’s nice to have a few hours off on a Saturday.”

“Poof!” she would say. “You men are all the same.”

Anyway, that was last Saturday. Owen took the following Friday off work and mowed the lawn. He tidied things up a bit. He wished she was about to harp about it. Still, it would be good to have things looking nice for her funeral the next day.