An exercise in agony.  I tried to mow the lawn last night, and it dang near put me in an ambulance.  Our neighbor had said that she would send her boys over to do it, but I didn’t want them to have to clean up my mess.  Between the gate and the vacation it hasn’t been mowed in at least 3 weeks.  However, after mowing the front and thinking that I was going to pass out from the pain I figured that I would take her up on the offer.  I still felt incredibly guilty as I watched them struggle in the jungle I tried to pass as a lawn.

PC 100/72