Ah, the joys of being gone for a week and
having it rain mightily during that time.
Our lawn was in hog heaven. The
grass exploded with height and depth.
And that, of course, meant … mowing day.
Oh, I tried to get out of it. I
started early in the morning getting my Monday work done. But since I have been working ahead trying to
get ahead for our Alaska trip (That would
be next week), I actually finished. Well,
finished the weekly stuff. I still have
some work to do on the sermon. That
never ends until I actually start teaching.
So the bottom line here … I was “done enough” to get started on yard
work. WooHoo.
It took a while, but our lawn mower is a
strong beast. It raged its way through
the tall grass and ripped it down to size.
The weed eater did its job as well, and I didn’t even have to change the
string. The new squares of grass we
planted are doing great, growing tall and finally sending out those creeper
things that cause the grass to spread. They
really loved the extra watering. I did
have one crisis, though. I forgot the
city installed a sewer drain. Ran over
that thing and ripped a big hole in the plastic. Fortunately we live right around the corner
from Village Hardware. The guy there
even showed me a newer version. No big
square thing sticking up on top any more.
The “handle” is inset into the piece itself. Ingenious design. Bet some engineer did the same thing I did.
While I was at it outside, I decided to
take care of some tree trimming as well.
Several branches of the sycamore and the crepe myrtle were scraping my
head when I mow. That’s my sign that it’s
time to trim them off. I also trimmed
out the middle of the big oleander in the front yard so we could see to back
out of the driveway. Once I finished all
that I went into my neighbor’s yard and began the task of trimming up the trees
that abut our property. They have gone
amok and are absolutely out of control.
She told me I could take care of the two trees there. One may eventually be so taken care of that
it no longer exists. That would be my
preference. The other has huge limbs
resting on top of her roof, destroying her shingles. Didn’t get that far, but I did get them away
from the fence, at least. Something to
look forward to, I guess.
Last night the LaMarque Vaughan’s came over
to celebrate Micah’s birthday. They
brought pizza and ice cream sandwiches. Perfectly
healthy meal. He and Josiah gave us some
karate demonstrations from their classes they have been taking. Pretty impressive moves. It is hard to believe Micah is already
thirteen years old. I went to pick up
Kel from work, and he kind of sighed at one point. He followed it up with, “I have TWO teenagers
in my house now. How did that happen?” I had an answer. “See, my son, there are birds and there are
bees. And time passes.” Don’t think it helped him much …
Proverbs 3:1-2 says, “My son, do not forget my teaching, but keep my commands in your heart,
for they will prolong your life many years and bring you peace and prosperity.”
Father, be with Micah as he embarks on his
teenage years. Help him enjoy the
adventure. Amen.
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