03-20-2012, 11:06 PM
We had a few days of decent rain followed by two days of warm, sunny weather. The lawn, a wee bit over grown, needed tending so I pulled out the mower and started mowing the 2 acres of land we reside upon.
While I was out there i got side tracked by the front of the property, a bit of high wind knocked Eucalyptus debris all over the place, mostly their shedding trunk, so I spend about and hour loading up wheel barrel full after wheel barrel full to dump it in the compost heap.
Then I returned to mowing. I finished about 30 minutes ago.
About 10 minutes after I sat down to have a cup of coffee and a smoke next to the Koi pond, contemplating if I will dredge that mess now or later, there is a loud bang next door as someone slammed a door.
Then her shrill, high pitched voice screams 'If the cripple next door can mow the damn lawns and they have three acres, the least you can do is mow our damn lawn!'
She is still going at it, screaming her head off and she has referred to me about 6 times as 'the cripple' or 'the cripple next door'.
I also feel a bit compelled to correct her, we only have a wee bit over two acres not three :tongue:.
I never have considered myself a 'cripple'. Yeah sure, I walk with the cane when my knee is really acting up, I limp most days and its no real secret I have blown disks in my spine - but Cripple?
I have taken some minor pride in the fact that instead of going on disability and throwing in the towel I still work - hard manual labor type work. Just last month I dry-walled and plastered three rooms in a house, yes that included ceilings. Dry wall isn't the lightest substance on Earth, not by a long shot. I managed, yes it hurt, but then it hurts a healthy person too. Its hard, dusty dirty work that is why they are paid the big bucks to do it.
Sure I no longer play contact sports (not if I want to risk being paralyzed from one of the blown disks down). I no longer do camping trips and its been a few years since I pulled out the bow to actually hunt, instead of making a few trips to target practice.
Am I crippled? I'm I really that far gone to where someone can hold me up as a disabled person to a healthy individual to shame them to mow the lawn?
Of all the things people say to my face and behind my back (or scream behind my back) this is the first time I have really been hurt by what a person says.
I know she is angry and most likely frustrated (their lawn is chin high to a giraffe) so most likely doesn't mean to cause me harm.
I think I am being too sensitive. Am I?
While I was out there i got side tracked by the front of the property, a bit of high wind knocked Eucalyptus debris all over the place, mostly their shedding trunk, so I spend about and hour loading up wheel barrel full after wheel barrel full to dump it in the compost heap.
Then I returned to mowing. I finished about 30 minutes ago.
About 10 minutes after I sat down to have a cup of coffee and a smoke next to the Koi pond, contemplating if I will dredge that mess now or later, there is a loud bang next door as someone slammed a door.
Then her shrill, high pitched voice screams 'If the cripple next door can mow the damn lawns and they have three acres, the least you can do is mow our damn lawn!'
She is still going at it, screaming her head off and she has referred to me about 6 times as 'the cripple' or 'the cripple next door'.
I also feel a bit compelled to correct her, we only have a wee bit over two acres not three :tongue:.
I never have considered myself a 'cripple'. Yeah sure, I walk with the cane when my knee is really acting up, I limp most days and its no real secret I have blown disks in my spine - but Cripple?
I have taken some minor pride in the fact that instead of going on disability and throwing in the towel I still work - hard manual labor type work. Just last month I dry-walled and plastered three rooms in a house, yes that included ceilings. Dry wall isn't the lightest substance on Earth, not by a long shot. I managed, yes it hurt, but then it hurts a healthy person too. Its hard, dusty dirty work that is why they are paid the big bucks to do it.
Sure I no longer play contact sports (not if I want to risk being paralyzed from one of the blown disks down). I no longer do camping trips and its been a few years since I pulled out the bow to actually hunt, instead of making a few trips to target practice.
Am I crippled? I'm I really that far gone to where someone can hold me up as a disabled person to a healthy individual to shame them to mow the lawn?
Of all the things people say to my face and behind my back (or scream behind my back) this is the first time I have really been hurt by what a person says.
I know she is angry and most likely frustrated (their lawn is chin high to a giraffe) so most likely doesn't mean to cause me harm.
I think I am being too sensitive. Am I?