If they could talk I wonder what they would say of their travels…would they tell us how they floated down the road in the four foot flood waters? Would they tell us of their being kidnapped – yes kidnapped – for almost a year? Would they tell us how they might have kept company with our old lawn mower?? Would they tell of the location of their whereabouts all this time??? Who knows…they can’t talk!!!
Who knew a day of mishaps stood before us? Carlo cut the grass with the tractor and I used the cord trimmer – which I kept losing the cord – around eight times and then it just quit working all together. The next couple of hours I used the manual hedge clippers – this was not smart. Sore back, sore arms and it was like cutting the grass with a pair of scissors. I guess hedge clippers are like scissors, just on a larger scale, but still small considering the amount of grass blades needing to be cut. Carlo was able to get another cord trimmer working – this one was submerged in the flood waters so it didn’t seem promising. I took it to the front, and other than losing the cord a few times it worked great. However, it too was also too heavy for me - I was like Goldigrass...oh, this trimmer is too heavy...this trimmer keeps breaking...this trimmer gets too hot! Then just as Goldigrass cried her last tear, Carlo came to the rescue and finished up the front! By 5:00 we were done even though all of the grass is not.
Steve stopped by and visited until 9:00 and then we ate a quick bite for a late dinner.
Who knew a day of mishaps stood before us? Carlo cut the grass with the tractor and I used the cord trimmer – which I kept losing the cord – around eight times and then it just quit working all together. The next couple of hours I used the manual hedge clippers – this was not smart. Sore back, sore arms and it was like cutting the grass with a pair of scissors. I guess hedge clippers are like scissors, just on a larger scale, but still small considering the amount of grass blades needing to be cut. Carlo was able to get another cord trimmer working – this one was submerged in the flood waters so it didn’t seem promising. I took it to the front, and other than losing the cord a few times it worked great. However, it too was also too heavy for me - I was like Goldigrass...oh, this trimmer is too heavy...this trimmer keeps breaking...this trimmer gets too hot! Then just as Goldigrass cried her last tear, Carlo came to the rescue and finished up the front! By 5:00 we were done even though all of the grass is not.
Steve stopped by and visited until 9:00 and then we ate a quick bite for a late dinner.
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