I intended to mow my dad's yard today, but his back was feeling so much better that he did it himself yesterday! I got mine mowed Friday evening because it was so cool outside. I didn't even hardly break a sweat, and this is one heavy mower! 6.5 HP Briggs and Stratton non-selfpropelled pushmower with mulching, bagging or sideshooting capability.
So I don't know what I'm going to do today.
I went to a art festival in town yesterday. It was so packed I was a nervous wreck, worrying one of the kids might get burned by some drunk's cigarette. But there was this great Celtic band playing that I wanted to hear. Took my mom and both jedis and when we got there, my mom started telling all about her geneology (loud enough so all could hear) all during the band playing! Well, as I only have one hearing ear, I had a real time listening to her and also hearing the band!
It was not so bad though, and it had a great whistle-player in it.
You see, this cemetery is run only by a loose association of folk. We dig the hole and bury our own there, set our own stones, and update the records once a year or so at this annual meeting the week before Memorial Day to indicate who is now there in our family plots.
About 40 of us showed up, and we mowed, trimmed, scrubbed stones and spread grass seed on the newly buried and the bare spots - all in about two hours.
We have always marvelled at the amazing study in group dynamics at this event. There is always a mix of old and young, and no one is in charge. People show up and start in on what needs to be done, and there always seems to be the right mix of mowers, rakers, stone scrubbers, trimmers, weed-whackers, wheel barrows and hands present to get the job done in two hours, then we have a pot-luck lunch, after the blessing sung in Norwegian of course!