SO THE SECOND SATURDAY IN 2016
And what a beautiful day it has been. Summer has kicked up her skirts and her heels and come back to New Zealand where she belongs.
Lawn mowing was the order of the day. And if you know me you’ll know that lawn mowing is as rare an occupation as silver cleaning. But it’s a very small garden and so armed with a new, small lawn mower I set to work. But not before I had to go back to the shop where I purchased the mower earlier this morning. I couldn’t get the danged thing to work. Two charming young women at the store sympathised with me, connected the machine to the power, turned it on and hey presto! you guessed it, it worked.
So sheepishly I took my leave and came home. But I still couldn’t get the thing to go. Capable daughter to the rescue. She pushed the switch and again hey presto! Apparently, I had been pathetic and hadn’t hit the button hard enough. So again, egg on my face but at least the grandsons were not on hand to see the fiasco.
Lawn, mostly weeds after the jungle was cleared, is now mown (mowed?) and things are looking much better. Task No 2. I had purchased a garden storage box online and you guessed it, it comes as a flat pack. Obviously, I’m not the most practical person around but it looked easy enough to put together – no tools needed, read the advertisement. Well, what an impossible task this was. Grandson No 4 (16 years old) came to the rescue but after about 15 minutes declared he couldn’t put it together. So back to me. Of course, I couldn’t do it at the second attempt so Grandson No 4 called his mother, the ever capable, but she threw up her hands in disgust. This is honestly the very first flat pack she hasn’t been able to put together. So now begins the no doubt protracted dealing with the supplier to take it back and refund my money.
But this is only the second Saturday in the year there are another 51 to get through. Happy Saturdays.
Just living is not enough…one must have sunshine,
freedom, and a little flower.
Hans Christian Andersen