Me and Mr. Murphy

My job, since Daddy's accident has been to mow the lawn.  It sucks to not have a brother!!!  It's been a few years, Daddy has actually done great w rehab, and could taken the job back himself.  I talked w him about it cause I had heard some men take it personally when they can't mow their lawns.  He said that started mowing his parent's lawn at six and that he was okay w me doing it.  Then he said, under his breath and maybe thinking I couldn't hear him, "and the guys would be pissed if I took over from you".  I thought he meant the neighbors were worried about him over-doing it, so I said something about how sweet they were.  He just smiled back at me and walked away.  It hit me later - I'm slow sometimes - I realized he meant our male neighbors.  I had never thought about it until then, but I mow the lawn in daisy duke shorts and a bikini top.  Hey, its gonna take a hour or more, I might as well get some sun!!!  I never for a second thought about Mr. Murphy watching me.   Mr. Murphy sits on his front porch every Sunday morning to read his paper. 

 

And all of this is a bunch of words to avoid ranting because it's fucking raining again.  I would have kept on mowing, but its coming down in sheets.  We are talking a white out!!!!  Damn, the Coast Guard might not fly in this.  I tease cause the Coast Guard will fly in any thing!!!  Anyway, I had planned to mow this morning.  I try to mow every Sunday morning.  Now I understand why Mr. Murphy is always sitting on his front porch every Sunday morning too.  But that's not going to happen.  Now I will need to do it after work during the week.  Dammit man!!!

 

But I can't really bitch and I'm sorry God.  We need the rain.  Daddy reminds me DAILY how it used to always rain every afternoon in Florida.  I've heard more than one person say, "you could set your watch by it".  Then it didn't rain for years, Daddy said.  So, let it rain, even if it is messing up me and Mr. Murphy's plans.