One thing about the weather in Central Florida, if they say there is a chance of rain it will rain however, estimating the time of the rain is like spinning the Price is Right wheel and landing on $1.00. It has rained every day since Tuesday at my place. Since Michelle fired the lawn care guys last week, I volunteered to cut the 2 acres of yard for a small compensation and with a push mower.
Cutting grass really flooded me with memories growing up on Deborah Circle. Many summers I spent cutting the neighbors yard for $5-15 dollars, some even paid me for the gas I had used. For the most part, it was a great neighborhood to grow up in. We had lived there almost 11 years before we moved out to the country. It was the longest my family occupied a home for. Eleven years doesn't compare to a lifetime but that was eleven years I'll never forget.
I am usually an early riser thanks to Boogie. It doesn't matter if I let him out at midnight, he will still wake up at 630-7 am needing to go outside. Thanks to the dew and super thick grass, I had to wait til 10 am to cut grass. Thursday I had only got to cut that morning for and hr and a half. I had waited for it to cool back down in the evening but at 5 pm it started to pour. Yesterday wasn't much different. I cut from 10 til noon and again at 1 til 2:45 pm. The rain wouldn't wait any longer and without warning, opened the flood gates. I was already drenched in my own sweat and mother nature gave me a half-ass bath, running to get the tarp to cover the mower and then get inside.
Thanks to cheap pre-paid cellular service, I have to drive down the road to get a signal to make any calls. On occasion, if I set my phone just right on the window sill in my room I am able to text, if I don't move the phone. I drive down the road to call my soon-to-be roommate letting her know that I wasn't going to make it out there due to the weather brewing. I then received a call from one of my girlfriends wanting a ride-along for her trip to Port St. Lucie that night to meet her sister. I had no other plans for the evening, so I accepted.
Though we were only meeting her sister at a half-way point, HWY 60 from Lake Wales to the Turnpike is 45 minutes of nothingness! I completely understood why she wanted someone to ride with her. I'd hate to be stranded out there without a companion. The idea of her being stranded alone on the side of the road scared me but also humored me. I imagined a swamp man pulling up, dressed in only coveralls, taps on the window and asking 'Do you need help?' with only a few teeth to complete his smile and an accent that of Karl Childers. We cracked up at the thought of him liking 'taters'.
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