2006/04/15
De-thatching, Lawntalk with Neighbours, Oceana Restaurant
I met two across-the-street neighbours today. I was out raking up the boulevard when one came over, introduced himself and offered to de-thatch the grass with his lawn mower. It was so much easier to rake after that. Then another neighbour came later to see if I needed any more help. He gave me his card and told me to call if I needed help with anything. Isn't it funny - we lived here for 26 years and that was the first time I met either of them. Of course they knew Dennis had died, but it was nice of them to offer to help. I worked for an hour and a half and got two blisters even with gloves. I wonder why we work so hard to make the grass grow and then grouse about it when we have to cut the lawn.
I will just have to break down and buy a new mower. The old one is on its last legs. Another neighbour, Gordie, laughed at it last summer when I was cutting the grass. It sounds like a sick cat. I see by a flyer that Sears has some on sale. I'll probably go take a look some time this week. I think I can hear the weeds growing already.
I called up my friend Jess and we went out to Oceana for dinner tonight. She's the friend whose husband died the same day as Dennis. It is great to be able to talk to someone who is going through much the same thing. She has two dogs, huge black labs. Just a bit intimidating for anyone who doesn't know them. I guess they would be good guard dogs. Suzie wouldn't be much of a guard dog - if she met up with a robber, she'd probably whine them to death, or beat them to death with her wagging tail.
Tomorrow Mother and I are going for dinner to the buffet at the CanadInn. I bought her a potted mum. A mum for a mum - har dee har.
Well, good night all. Have a great weekend.
I am not a lover of lawns. Rather would I see daisies in their thousands, ground ivy, hawkweed, and even the hated plantain with tall stems, and dandelions with splendid flowers and fairy down, than the too-well-tended lawn. ~W.H. Hudson, The Book of a Naturalist, 1919
De-thatching, Lawntalk with Neighbours, Oceana Restaurant
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I will just have to break down and buy a new mower. The old one is on its last legs. Another neighbour, Gordie, laughed at it last summer when I was cutting the grass. It sounds like a sick cat. I see by a flyer that Sears has some on sale. I'll probably go take a look some time this week. I think I can hear the weeds growing already.
I called up my friend Jess and we went out to Oceana for dinner tonight. She's the friend whose husband died the same day as Dennis. It is great to be able to talk to someone who is going through much the same thing. She has two dogs, huge black labs. Just a bit intimidating for anyone who doesn't know them. I guess they would be good guard dogs. Suzie wouldn't be much of a guard dog - if she met up with a robber, she'd probably whine them to death, or beat them to death with her wagging tail.
Tomorrow Mother and I are going for dinner to the buffet at the CanadInn. I bought her a potted mum. A mum for a mum - har dee har.
Well, good night all. Have a great weekend.
I am not a lover of lawns. Rather would I see daisies in their thousands, ground ivy, hawkweed, and even the hated plantain with tall stems, and dandelions with splendid flowers and fairy down, than the too-well-tended lawn. ~W.H. Hudson, The Book of a Naturalist, 1919
De-thatching, Lawntalk with Neighbours, Oceana Restaurant
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