Sunday, July 26, 2015
The joy of sweat
We went for our morning constitutional--okay--our mid-day constitutional. Ran into lots and lots of people we knew. Came home. Decided it was time to mow. But wait--the retaining wall to the north looked terrible--weeds and quack grass abounded. Nice day, says I. So on my hands and knees, I attack the problem. Observation--quack grass has to be the most opportunistic weed I have ever encountered. Give it a start and it spreads and grows proliferously. (My dictionary says that's not a word. It is now!) Be that as it may, pulling weeds against a whitish wall in the middle of the day can be somewhat dehydrating. By the time I was done, I'm sure my bodily fluids had depreciated significantly. (They must have--that's the longest I have gone without peeing for years!) It looked marvelous! On to the mowing. This was, unfortunately a diagonal day. You know the drill. Mow 1--vertical. Next mow--horizontal. Third mow--well that was today. This particular event brings out in me the only anal-retentive policy by which I abide. The angle has to remain the same in both yards I mow. This means going over the sidewalk and the driveway a significant number of times. Result--significant increase in time spent. More sweat. When I finish the front and side yards, I take time to replenish liquids. Two liters later, and the entire yard is done. Drenched, I head for indoors and the air conditioner. Heaven. Time to shower. But first, I must blog. And as I sit here, reconstituted, refreshed, and feeling something like a slat lick, I realize I feel good. The yards look good. A little sweat in this case yielded a wonderful result. And I celebrate the fact that I can weed, I can mow, and I can sweat!