random thoughts – Day 1,881 – (Sunday) – grass and life

Lunch!

The sun was shining and the ride to dance this morning was easy with light traffic. Our practice for a June show went well, and then it was off to my sister’s house for a Mother’s Day lunch. We had colorful lunch of chicken, garden salad, and rice salad, followed by strawberry and blueberry shortcake. I could feel the vitamins beginning to circulate in my system.

After the visiting and eating and talking and laughing, it was time to get back to The BungaLowell. The lawn was several inches high and needed to be addressed before farming equipment was required. The electric lawn mower is truly superior to the old gas-powered mower I used to have, and the yard was done without incident. The gas mower would have bogged down and shut itself off several times, but the beloved electric powered through without a hitch.  I was glad for the alignment of weather and health to be able to be outside mowing.

Mowing progress.

Hopefully, it won’t be so overgrown the next time I mow. The edges of the yard are still shaggy, ruining the aesthetic a bit. This is due to both the lushness of the grass from the recent plentiful rain and the tiny fact that, despite my best intentions, I never bothered to get a string trimmer. It’s the sort of thing I think of when I need it and also when I’m sitting in traffic in front of the pawn shop on Lakeview wondering what their hours are and if they have any string trimmers.

In the fantasy life constructed when moving to The BungaLowell, I probably wouldn’t even need a string trimmer because in that fantastical version of life, I had neighbor friends and we lent and borrowed needed items, shared wine and cocktails and dinners at each other’s homes, exchanged Christmas gifts, and had a jolly good neighborly time on the regular. 

This is not the neighborhood of my reality, but in reality, it's also not 1950. In the current real world version of things, everyone stays inside their own space and we cordially give a “hey neighbor” wave as we pass each other on the street going to from wherever it is we go and probably wouldn't recognize each other if we crashed carts turning into an aisle at Market Basket. Modern life can be so weird and isolating.