tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13911792.post112121830756640698..comments2023-09-24T12:09:50.793-04:00Comments on The Ohoopee Letter News: Curses! Time to Mow the Lawn Again! Part IIISplitcat Chintzibobshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07818656084000155234noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13911792.post-1121436428883424252005-07-15T10:07:00.000-04:002005-07-15T10:07:00.000-04:00she mowed slowly so she wouldn't kill herself. .....she mowed slowly so she wouldn't kill herself. ...and it only took 4 hours. not nine.fiorindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02504120709183671153noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13911792.post-1121427418500758842005-07-15T07:36:00.000-04:002005-07-15T07:36:00.000-04:00I think her memory is flawed. She mowed very, ver...I think her memory is flawed. She mowed very, very slowly. Each time she mowed, it took her about nine hours to complete the job. It is possible, due to the long time involved, that she has mistaken those two marathon mowing sessions for several shorter ones.Splitcat Chintzibobshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07818656084000155234noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13911792.post-1121392333307010482005-07-14T21:52:00.000-04:002005-07-14T21:52:00.000-04:00She mowed more than twice because she distinctly r...She mowed more than twice because she distinctly remembers almost overturning the mower on each occasion on that weird little hill by the forsythia. She would volunteer, but then who would watch the kids?fiorindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02504120709183671153noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13911792.post-1121389828112368452005-07-14T21:10:00.000-04:002005-07-14T21:10:00.000-04:00Actually, it filled me with great joy to see my br...Actually, it filled me with great joy to see my brother limping across the lawn that day. You see, he had been off of his feet for weeks and, it seems, had lost the will to live. All he would do all day is eat pringles and Marathon bars, and throw the Pong controller when he lost (which was every time). We all feared he would never walk again, and he kept getting, well, bigger. Soon, he would have been doomed to a life of couch-bound obesity, having to cleanse himself with a sponge on a stick. That fight was a godsend. It was a blessing to see the life return to his eyes. It was almost like that scene in Forest Gump where young Forest breaks his leg braces running from bullies. I sat there on the steps thinking, "Run, bro, run."<BR/>As for my wife, she volunteered to do it. She thought it would be a good way to get a tan (apparently she in not aware of the origin of the term "farmer's tan"). She did it twice.<BR/>In all fairness, I should admit that my nephew also mowed my lawn once, but he ran over a family of bunny-rabbits. I think there were three rabbits before he ran over them, but it was difficult to tell. He was so traumitized by it that he has not been back to visit since. Granted it was Easter Sunday, and he was only eight or so, but really--get over it!!!Splitcat Chintzibobshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07818656084000155234noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13911792.post-1121373234954331352005-07-14T16:33:00.000-04:002005-07-14T16:33:00.000-04:00your brother must love you very much to have put h...your brother must love you very much to have put himself through the excruciating pain and sheer agony he must have experienced in dragging his crippled, beaten body across the lawn; in a valiant, but clearly futile attempt to chase down your healthy, exuberant and in fact, somewhat cruel other brother in order to spare you from the most frightening and terror inducing of tasks: mowing the lawn... you should be ashamed; watching that horrible scene unfold right before your eyes and not lifting a hand in assistance... one only hopes your brother does not read that story, as i am sure it would rekindle a litany of nightmarish memories for your brother... memories it has probably taken years and thousands of hours of intense psycho therapy to overcome... and you used to make your wife mow the lawn??!!? i bet the crippled brother mowed the lawn that fateful day...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13911792.post-1121365942844895602005-07-14T14:32:00.000-04:002005-07-14T14:32:00.000-04:00Don't you miss the days when your wife mowed the l...Don't you miss the days when your wife mowed the lawn.<BR/><BR/>She doesn't.fiorindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02504120709183671153noreply@blogger.com