Dirty Girl
‘I’m suh tared I wish mah daddeh had his thang cut off and I’d nevah bin born.’-
Well, not that tired. But speaking of daddy, growing up, my father worked 3rd shift and my mother 1st, and so much of my pre-6 life was left to my antics. They were often so harmless with so much consequence I still get teary. Once, I put my mother’s contact lenses in my doll whose eyelids opened and shut! so she could see better, only to find my mother with a knife carving my doll’s eyes out. Another time, I planted all the seeds of an apple in the yard to surprise my father with apple trees. He has always mown the lawn in parallel lines, in the same direction- and just wasn’t as happy as I thought he might be- to say the least.
That could be one of the biggest hurts in life. I believe the kids are calling it “bust your bubble” these days. To be so excited and anticipating however high-falootin’ you’ve allowed it to get in your head and then… bust. Ouch.
Are there two kinds of people? Those who mow in straight lines, and those who are happy to have short grass if they mow at all?
May 14th, 2006 at 5:03 pm
I have been asking myself the same questions. What type am I, what type are they? I do believe that there are two types of people with the ability to sway either way given the chance. Perhaps those of us that don’t mow should enjoy the beauty of the parallel lines. While the others that do mow in parallel lines should embrace the chaos that others live in. Oh fuck it.