Hick came home early on Monday. At noon! He had been mowing yards in town. Said The Pony has asked if he has an old-fashioned blade mower. One that makes me think of Andy Griffith days. The Pony reasoned that since they don't make noise, they could be used any time, without disturbing the neighbors. Hick actually thinks he might have one, though he is skeptical about The Pony actually using it.
Hick went out to mow our grounds on his precious zero-turn John Deere. I heard and saw him behind the house for a while. He came back in within an hour.
"I gotta have a nap. I don't know what's wrong with me. I about ran into a tree twice, falling asleep."
"Are you okay? Have you had enough water? I don't think it's all that hot today. Maybe 83. But the humidity is high."
"I've had water. I don't know if it's ENOUGH water. I'm gonna sit down."
I was a little worried. Hick didn't even switch the TV from Carnival Eats or Man vs Food. Normally, he would have immediately changed it to Gunsmoke. I didn't want to yell and ask if he was okay, because what's the point of having a nap if somebody is going to wake you up every 10 minutes? I DID get up to check on him. Make sure his chest/stomach was moving. Hick didn't make it any easier, clasping his hands across his chest as arms might be arranged by a mortician. He was fine.
You'd think Hick would have been able to stay awake on that mower, since our newest dog has chewed all the foam off the seat...
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