Relative Something

Three times yesterday, I found myself racing to finish trimming or mowing grass as raindrops began to fall. The last time, it was also thundering overhead, and Asher couldn’t understand why I wasn’t bailing out sooner. I was so close to finishing cleaning up the edges with the string trimmer that I just kept going, even though the storm had reached our doorstep.

When the first rain fell, I took it as a good justification to have lunch and stay indoors to watch the USA men’s soccer team against Australia in the second game of their group stage. Before the game even kicked off, the sky cleared, and it got sunny and beautiful outside.

I didn’t have the heart to make Asher be stuck inside, so I pulled the game up on my laptop and sat out in the yard with him to watch the first half. The home team made their country proud and achieved a clean sheet (did not concede a goal) in the victory.

The sunny weather held throughout the game, which took us right up to the time to feed the horses, so when their portions were served, I hopped on the mower to finish what had been interrupted earlier. Asher patiently waited for me to finish, as my decision to mow was cutting into his usual dinner time.

After I put the mower away, I found Asher had been occupying himself while I was unavailable to supervise by eating the pellets the horses spilled onto their placemats. He knows we don’t approve of that, but I was delaying his meal time, so I didn’t make a fuss over it this time.

We headed in for his real dinner, and I hurried to eat mine in the hope of getting back out to use the trimmer. If I had noticed how close the storm was, I likely wouldn’t have even tried.

It was a back-and-forth weather day that led to my pushing beyond my usual mode of operating. I’m glad that I ultimately succeeded in getting that portion of mowing done, given the long list of groundskeeping chores concurrently needing tending. For as many times as it rained, it is a real bonus to get any of that work done.

For the record, I got the horse waterer cleaned, too, but I forgot to check for strawberries that may need picking.

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