22 September 2004
No longer keeping it reel
I'm a non-Green Green no more. The next time I mow a yard the action will be accompanied with the gasoline fumes and the mangled, long-forgotten toys and other detritus spitting from the discharge chute and the angry looks of neighbors whose quiet summer evening I've spoiled via my motorized grass ripper.
It's time I joined the rest of a saner humanity in wearing shoes while doing yard work; in polluting the Earth for the sake of a yard that meets, at the very least, the aesthetic minimum.
I have two rules that serve me in meeting said aesthetic minimum:
This year, I believe I met these requirements for all but six or seven days of the mowing season, largely because my power mower spent ten days in the shop.
And Robb, two words: "sport sandals." Excellent for this sort of thing.Posted at 9:19 PM to Dyssynergy