mow the lawn. I've always found this fact to be unfortunate, yet it is true. The only respite from this grass stained hell is the Winter season when the grass stops growing. HOWEVER, Winter is preceded by Fall, and the lawn is littered with natures garbage: leaves. If I learned anything in University – it is that the ground is Nature's trashcan. Rather than raking these leaves the lawnmower is the easiest solution for picking them up. So this is what I do. The leaves have to be raked out from the garden beds onto the lawn first though. This accomplished, I start the mower and proceed with my task. I notice that the mower is hitting a few small rocks. While this isn't really a big deal, some of them are bouncing off the nearby walnut tree and coming for me. So I shield my eyes. A large one, however whacks me upside the head, and lo! I am cut. There is some blood, there is some cursing, there is a quick trip to the first aid station. This didn't increase my enthusiasm, to say the very least.
So I begin ransacking the garden shed for a pair of those goggles one wears whilst using power tools, lest things get flung into one's eyes. Sadly, none is to be found. No matter! The odds of getting one in the eye are pretty slim, and even Murphy isn't that good of a shot. So I continue mowing, I bring my hand shield down to scratch my nose for just a second and…. Chunk! Fling! Thump! Sonofa#*$&! Right in the corner of my right eye. What followed was a foul mouthed tirade at rocks, lawnmowers, leaves, mother nature, George Bush and Murphy of “Murphy's Law” fame. My eye was super duper dark red for quite a while after that, and it hurt. Not a good time. Not fun for the whole family.