Mowing and Musing
Morning dawns and I awake to it without effort. It has been awhile since that happened. As much as I hate to admit it, the slumber of a laborer is sweeter than that of an idler. But it doesn’t take much labor for me to tire. Six hours on a tractor seat was a piece of cake a couple of years back, but now two hours and I am dragging.
But at last, the unmowed wilds have been leveled to golf course flatness, and the windrows[i] are ready for bailing if I was inclined to go that far. As it is, I will just leave the windrows to dry a few days, then go over it again with the mower and grind it into an allergy inducing powder.
But the major nag has been taken care of finally, and after doctoring myself up with steroid inhalers and antihistamines, I lugged my aching body to bed and slept the sleep of the just. It doesn’t take much to become just in this family. A little production is all that is needed.
So the fall goes on. Next up is the eye surgery … I am almost ready for it. My vision is so clouded that I hate driving and make Snookums drive when I can. But I really hate all the scheduling it requires. Physical exams, telephone exams, lab tests, surgery on one eye, post-surgery visit, surgery on the other eye, post-surgery visit.
That is more activity in three weeks than I have done in three years.
So life flows on by. I sip my coffee and ponder great themes and religious paradoxes, and idly watch political factions fight in a bar brawl of snarly charges and righteous comeback.
I wonder what kind of world will my generation leave … I don’t think it will be a good one.
Good morning!
[i] [ˈwindrō]
noun
windrows
(plural noun)
- a long line of raked hay or sheaves of grain laid out to dry in the wind
October 15, 2020 at 9:30 am
Good morning! Mowing has never been my cuppa tea. I used to use a rider to mow but now use a self propelled. Afterwards, I feel like I’ve been through an obstacle course, three times. 😕
Are you talking cateract surgery, perhaps? If you are, good luck with that. If its another type of eye surgery, good luck with that also.
Send me some cold weather, please! I’m ready for some 40° temps!
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October 15, 2020 at 9:39 am
Yes, cataract surgery. I have almost talked myself into it …
My yard is way too big for a push mower, even if I was in the peak of my physical fitness. I have a large mower that does the weedy verges, but doen’t mulch the cuttings, and a smaller mower that does mulch so that the house doesn’t look like it is sitting in the middle of a hay field.
We’ve been pretty warm here too … the bermudagrass is still growing
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October 15, 2020 at 9:45 am
Windrow……. yes. I know that term. I grew up on a farm. lol
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October 15, 2020 at 10:13 am
I know a lot of city folk … 😉
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October 15, 2020 at 10:34 am
apparently
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October 15, 2020 at 12:10 pm
Windrows is a word you don’t hear too often anymore. There’s nothing better than the smell of freshly cut hay!
Thoughts are with you for the surgery. I know it won’t be pleasant, but clear vision on the other side will be wonderful.
😊
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October 15, 2020 at 1:04 pm
I sure hope so … it is with great tepidity that let someone muck around with my eyeballs. That shows how desperate I am with the dim vision.
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October 15, 2020 at 12:57 pm
Rusty, I typed a comment a little while ago, but something went wrong on my end. User error. Let me try this again.
Thank you for posting the definition of windrows. Also, I wish you a speedy recovery from your eye surgery and will look forward to getting an update as to how it has improved your eyesight.
Take care, my friend.
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October 15, 2020 at 1:05 pm
Next month I’ll go into turning the windrows into shocks …. 😛
Always glad to see your replies here .. ..
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October 16, 2020 at 3:24 pm
Shocks? I better get out the dictionary … 🙂
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October 18, 2020 at 9:13 am
I missed this post but I am here now. I hope your surgery goes well so you can see when the mowing needs to be done 😉
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