Showing posts with label Allergies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Allergies. Show all posts

Thursday, August 29, 2019

Mowing The Lawn...At Dusk


I often joke that our lawn looks best...

after it's freshly mowed...

and at night.

Turns out tonight, it's both--recently mowed and night.

I am not a yard guy. I know I've written that several times in the history of this blog. I keep writing it because it's true. And I think the yard knows because it seems that every time I go to work in it, it fights back. My allergies make it a tough thing to do. Usually, I mow the lawn before the sun rises on a day I don't work. Tonight, I thought I'd see if things are better mowing at night.

Turns out, it was a little better, except I had to hurry as the light of day disappeared into the west. The above picture was snapped after mowing the last patch of lawn.

There are some sections I won't know how I did until tomorrow morning. It was so late when I stopped. Another reason I was mowing was because there's a big game on and watching the game live makes me a little nervous. In fact, the game is on as I write this--another diversion.

Before I headed out to battle the millions of grass plants, my wife and I discussed buying one of those rider mower things. At least one neighbor has one--it looks nice. Am I supposed to buy a rider mower as I get older to make the chore of mowing easier? If so, I doubt I'll be joining the rider mower club. Our self-propelled model works just fine.

Even though I saw it's a joke that my lawn really looks good after it's mowed and at night, it is really true. And if you drive by right now, you could see for yourself. You may not see too much, though.

Sunday, March 6, 2016

Oh Nature...Why Are You Trying To Kill Me?


I think it was Friday. Yes, Friday was when it hit--something I've experienced fifty times before.

The beginning of allergy season.

Oh, the agony!

Right now on social media everyone is either vomiting their political opinions or complaining about how everyone is vomiting their political opinions (which, ironically, are political opinions themselves...).


But, soon many will be filling their Twitter feeds and Facebook posts about one thing they love.

Spring.

And I'll curse their names.


See, they love spring, love it with a passion that if harnessed, could power a small country. I am not one of them. Spring is not my friend. Spring has chosen me--marked me as one who suffers its existence. When buds appear, when shoots rise from their early graves and kiss the morning sun, their need to reproduce affects more than the other plants. I am one of those unfortunate few.


So, in the coming days and weeks as your thoughts turn to warmer days, increased regret of overeating during the holidays and the ignored New Years resolution of going to the gym, and the desire to do yard work, think of us, the wheezy, the swollen eyed, the sinus headached, the drowzy (due to allergy medication...).

For we are here.

And we will get through this.

And next spring, we'll do it all over again.