I mowed my parents’ lawn today. I was not the kind of kid who had lawn jobs, so this was quite the arduous chore.
photo by Charles & Hudson
He had some dye injected into his back to see what’s what, so he was told not to exercise for a couple days. Still, he insisted on doing some of the mowing himself, to show me how to do it just right.
It’s kind of a typical generation gap: His garage is filled with power tools, and he had quite the expertise in putting up fences or fixing the cars they owned, as well as setting up lawn gardens that people in the neighborhood remarked upon. I was the more bookish type—and they encouraged that, buying me whatever book I wanted when I was a child. So I read and write.
My wrists are so sore, I better not do any more keyboarding today.