I don't read a lot of books, it isn't a passion of mine. One book I did read was The Lawnmower Man by Stephen King. I don't know that you can call that a book. It was actually a short story in a book that was a compilation of short stories. I can't recall the details of said book nor can I remember much of the story. I needed to do a book report and that story seemed like it would do the trick for me. Lodging my best guess here 25 years later I would say it was roughly 13 pages long. That could be an exaggeration however. Anyway, that really has absolutely nothing to do with this post other than I thought about it when I recorded the title.
Tonight I was out getting the lawn mowed. Thursday is garbage day and that makes Wednesday the ideal day to mow your lawn. That way there is minimal time where the garbage can is housing freshly cut grass that ends up breaking down, sweating everywhere and putting off some terrible order. Anyhow, Jack came out back and was watching me mow. On my headphones came the song Sweet Home Alabama and I started doing a funny dance whilst pushing the mower. Jack was having a good laugh as was I. He wanted to talk so I stopped the mower and let him listen to what I was dancing to. He thought it was great and then he asked if he could cut the last strip in the back yard. I told him he needed to get shoes on, that I would finish the back, empty the bag and then set him up to mow the front yard. He thought that was a great idea and so did I.
On Saturday I was watching the Jenkins son John who is younger than Jack. He was out mowing two yards and I thought, I need to stop being selfish and I need to teach Jack and Andy how to mow the lawn. Andy may be a bit small for it but Jack managed. He did fine actually. Tis good to have a lawnmower boy in the family?
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