Sunday, June 17, 2012

Trying to relax on the back deck: a kvetch

I am not really fond -- in fact, really not fond, not even halfway or in posse or partially or potentially fond, of the roar of power-mowers.

Oddly, I don’t mind the sound so much when it is I who am doing the mowing, since then after all it forms a gestalt with my moves and purpose.  My wife says I ought to wear ear-guards when I mow, but I never do;  perhaps hoping that eventually I’ll go deaf, and so be spared the clamor  of other people’s mowers.  (And weed-whackers.  And leaf-blowers.)

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