I remember that while growing up, suburbia was an up and coming concept for all of the post Korean war veterans. Cheap houses, put together “pre-fab” and assembled on your lot. It would take about two weeks from down payment to move in. Paint, lights and fixtures included and if you didn’t like them, you were free to change them at your cost. The men were proud of their homes and no matter what went on inside, the outsides were immaculate. Lawns were mown, weeds pulled, hedges trimmed and all done on Saturday afternoon between 10 am and 1 pm.
It was a silent ritual. 8:00 breakfast and to hand out punishments for the week. By 9:30 garage doors start opening and you see the men in their summer outfits. Knee shorts of some wild plaid design, white ankle socks and buckle sandals. Usually accompanied by the shirt of choice. It has started, the ritual, the checking of gas in the tank, checking the gap on the spark plugs. At 10 am they would emerge, those mighty warriors of the suburban lawn and the battle would commence. Everything must be done and put away by 1 pm. I don’t know what kind of silent ridicule befell the man who was last, but it had to be something. Perhaps he had to buy the first round that night, who knows. All I can tell you is that by 1:30 they were showered and shaved with a cold beer in hand and a ball game on.
After 1pm on Saturday and all through the week the resounding silence from machines was deafening. Kids could be heard shouting and laughing, birds chirping and ladies chatting over the fences. I didn’t realize what bliss was.
Today, Wednesday, I walked out on my deck at 1:00 thinking to enjoy the sun and the slight breeze that had cropped up. Perhaps take some photo’s of my flowers and the birds at the feeder. Oh, but it was not to be. In a single half hour period no less than three houses had the mega mowers at their house mowing the lawn. In the middle of the day, in the middle of the week. Is there no solitude to be had anymore. Now I know I’m a bit bitchy right now, the Lumbar Puncture created the headache from hell, but come-on. Even I know that mowing during the heat of the day stresses your lawn. Give us some peace mega mowers. Do your jobs in the mornings or on weekends and let the rest of us rest.
It’s going to be a great weekend. Two of my favorite niece’s are coming in from out-of-state with their spouses, one on Thurs one on Fri, then C & L are bringing the babies over to swim on Saturday. There is nothing that makes me feel more like me than to hear the sounds of laughter coming from my yard and home. It makes my heart swell to know I have these incredible people in my life. And these two amazing little people, I just Love them, they have me wrapped and they know it. So lots of cookouts and swimming and living life large with my some of my favorites.
Update on medical: Monday, got my Lumbar puncture (frickin ouch), Tuesday, radiation as normal, Wednesday: no radiation, the machine broke and I didn’t want to wait. Was feeling kinda sweaty, chilly, pukey anyway. Figured out quickly that I had lost another patch so withdrawal was starting. I think I’m going to start backing off on the patches. I’d rather be in uncomfortable pain then to go through that again. Talked to Dr. and we worked out a plan. So in two weeks, I’ll be a little more uncomfortable, but I won’t have to worry about that stupid patch.
It’s 3:15 and I’m wide ass awake. I slept all day with this headache and now I’m screwed. I think I’ll surf a bit then try again. Night all. Huggs to you all.
I’ll leave you with this to start your day. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R36CixkIaIc . Sorry, It’s in my head and now it’s in yours.