Remember in horror movies when the hero or victim has to go down a long hall way and it gets even longer with that special lens effect?  It felt like that yesterday when I went to mow the lawn.  Now let me explain -  I have about around nearso somewhat two acres of land where my house sits.  Yes, I have a good sized house but it sits on a thin plot – the house faces the road and the distance from the ends of the house to the property line combined might hold a three lane road with no ditch and there are trees on one side of the property border so this makes huge front and back yards.  I have to mow said yards (with a riding mower now because it was too much for a push mower) with half of the back yard having not been mowed since before we bought the land over a year ago.  Yes, weeds and what you could call grass, if you were kind and blind, knee high and hiding all sorts of little surprises like chunks of concrete blocks, metal whatzits, and strange mounds of dirt (which could be covering biological experiments gone wrong – zombie alert yellow).  Oh and let us not forget the huge tree limbs that are overgrown with ivy and weeds and are near impossible to move without using large farm animals and evil looking cutting machines.

After I was through I apparently changed my ethnicity as no pasty white skin was visible – picture a dirt monster wearing shorts and a t-shirt.

Lucky for me the worst part is over and the mowing should get better.  Unless God is now reading this blog and he plans to spite me now.

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