Just in case you were wondering...Hick is driving me crazy.
HE'S ALWAYS HERE!!!
And by HERE, I mean wherever I am. At the moment I am.
You'd think I'd be safe for 21 minutes every night, walking up and down the driveway. Nobody needs to use the driveway in the evening. I'm here. Hick's here. And by HERE, I don't just mean at home.
Let the record show that the prime time for weedeating the area around the flat rock monument and the eyesore picket fence is...EXACTLY WHEN VAL GOES OUT TO WALK! Yes. It's true. That chore cannot be done any other time. How long does it take to weedeat the area at the end of the eyesore picket fence, near the flat rock monument and the trash dumpster? You guessed it...EXACTLY 21 MINUTES!
Yes, indeed. Val's life IS rife with coincidences like that. Doesn't matter that there are 6 acres here to mow which include the front yard and the BARn field on the other side of the sinkholey trees, and another 6 acres of cleared land past THAT, that could be accomplished while Val is taking a relaxing evening walk, hoping to fill her lungs with fresh air, not the stirred up particles and pollens of grasses to which her dripping nasal cavities and uncleared throat seem to think she is allergic to.
You'd think that with all that acreage to mow, it would not be imperative that the yard directly in front of the porch pew, the dog-snacking area every evening, would need immediate mowing at the very time Val is resting after her walk, enjoying the company of her canines. BUT IT DOES! Forget about relaxing and enjoying the peace and quiet of country living.
How boring would THAT be? When instead, you can admire the mowing skills of Hick.
Weeds can't be eaten every evening, you know, nor pew-frontage mowed. But do you know what else is imperative to accomplish during those same 21 minutes? HICK MUST MOVE GOODWILL SWAG FROM HIS TRAILBLAZER TO THE BARn! Right then! RIGHT WALKING THEN! You know how he moves it, right? He can't just carry it in his arms. No. He must go get the Gator. Drive the Gator over to the driveway. Park the Gator in the driveway area where Val makes her turnaround on the concrete carport. Load the Gator. AND BACK IT UP AT THE VERY INSTANT VAL IS MAKING ONE OF HER 6 TURNAROUNDS!
Uh huh. The Gator can't be backed up and turned around while Val is at the FAR end of the driveway. Only when she's walking right there.
It's a long driveway, people. And a large yard. Why do I feel so claustrophobic?