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Saturday, June 19, 2004


   Whee, Ben has a paying job.
Last night was another rough night in the sleeping department. I had hoped that I could get to sleep on my own, without taking the medicine again to help. Sadly, it was not to be.

When my dad returned home from fishing at 3-something in the morning, I was in the living room to greet him. I had already watched the rain begin to fall. I had already reached my hand out my window to feel the rain. I had already stuck my empty trash can out the window to collect rain. :p I had already gone out on the porch, in the rain. But I had not yet gotten to sleep.

I sat in the chair in the living room for a little while. It's a comfortable chair, but not fit for sleeping. After my dad got home, I went up to my room and lay in my bed. Eh. Not comfortable, even with my fan on. So, I took my blanket and pillow off of my bed and lay down on the floor. That worked; finally. It must have been past 4 in the morning.

I woke up to my alarm at 8:30. I had left the clock on my bedside table so I would be forced to get up and shut it off; as opposed to simply rolling over and jabbing it with my fist. Shortly after I did that, my mom came upstairs to tell me that I had a phone call.

It was Mr. St. Louis, an elderly parishioner from our church. He had talked to me about cutting his lawn over the summer, but I had never gotten back to him about it. I wasn't sure if/when I was going to Maine and whether or not I'd be available to do it. So, he called up and asked if I would come over to cut his lawn. I agreed, as I am almost broke and any chance at money I ought to take.

A few hours later, I got to his house and I saw his lawn for the first time. I had thought of his yard as being a rather average-sized lawn. To put it frankly, it is not a average-sized lawn. In fact, it is a rather large lawn. Add the area on the other side of the driveway, the back of the house, and the small area of Washington Park he tends to, and you have a good mess of grass to be cut.

He then spent half an hour training me to cut the lawn. Lines were like mowing gods, to him. If you stuck to lines when you mowed, all would be well. He cut about a fifth of the grass just showing me how to get the lines done properly. When I finally got to try my hand at it, he kept pointing out mistakes in my lines.

He's an odd nutter of a man.

So, after I mow the lawn (using lines), he wants me to take a leafblower to his driveway to clear the grass off. He did that part today as part of my instruction. What's nice about the arrangement is that he provides the lawnmower and the gas, and the lawnmower has front wheel drive, which helps greatly in straight line mowing.

Eventually, he backed off and went inside. With Mr. St. Louis gone, I actually got to work. I'm not complaining that I didn't get to work, I'm just emphasizing that I could work better without constant pressure to stick to perfect lines.

I was done in maybe 45 minutes to an hour. It wasn't terribly difficult, as the front wheel drive did most of the pulling. I just had to get it through rough patches and steer. My hands were raw by the time I was done because of the constant shaking of the machine. I figure I either need gloves or callouses for my hands. =\

So, I had finished. Mr. St. Louis paid me and gave me a glass of lemonade (the job has a perk!); I called for a ride home.

I later went to a graduation party, but it wasn't all that exciting, and so not really worth mentioning. And that was my day, pretty much.



Oh, and by the way Lea is an awesome, awesome person. Look her up. ~_^

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