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| This is my hand mower which I manage easily. I bought a petrol run mower which stayed in storage after my brother Nimrod left Sydney, the reason being I could not start it. It is now dysfunctional--(in line with the theory of üse it or lose it). My brother Art was suggesting I bought a chain saw to manage my hedge. Big Nah!! I don't think I'll be able to manage it if he also leaves.. |
It is total darkness now in my neighbourhood. All the humming of the lawnmowers from different gardens around me had ended. Thank God! This had truly driven me crazy all through the day. One out of 100, I might be the only one who's awake...
It looks like I am back to my normal custom of spending what I'd call quality time with myself.
Ah, why isn't there still someone in my life so at least I can have someone to eat late supper with? A question I asked from time immemorial and many people who know me---but rather put it in a different way.
My young niece then (now 18 years old) rephrased the question, "Why are you alone?"
What is wrong with me? And what is also wrong with a few men who chased me then?
When someone comes along (and someone did!), I tend to ask myself, "can I truly spend my whole life with this person without being bored?" From hindsight, I realised this was a foolish question to ask--but I had asked it, (and still asking it, anyway!)
At the bus stop, I shared garden and life notes with few "widowed" women by divorce or death of spouse, I became acquainted with. Surprisingly, a few of them ended up living with the man who offered to cut their lawn. One is contemplating marriage. I said to myself--WoW! That easy? Something must be worth investigating here...
And because I became aware of these stories of women at the bus stop, even if there were at least two who offered to cut the grass for me, I declined the offer. I think I'd rather be on the careful side. Cutting the grass, being in a relationship and eventually moving to my house---definitely are distinct and unconnected matters.
My older friend, who by the way, after being a widow for a few years now still hopes to meet someone. And because she does as well as other widowed and divorced people in her circle, a few of whom are now in new relationships, it has been a big puzzle for her why someone in her words "so pretty and clever"as me still hasn't got new relationship yet! She said, surely there should be someone out there after that big redhead who by the way, is so ashamed now to show up his face in my house after I discovered him, with solid evidences, to be a perennial philanderer and pathological liar!
At the bus stop, I shared garden and life notes with few "widowed" women by divorce or death of spouse, I became acquainted with. Surprisingly, a few of them ended up living with the man who offered to cut their lawn. One is contemplating marriage. I said to myself--WoW! That easy? Something must be worth investigating here...
And because I became aware of these stories of women at the bus stop, even if there were at least two who offered to cut the grass for me, I declined the offer. I think I'd rather be on the careful side. Cutting the grass, being in a relationship and eventually moving to my house---definitely are distinct and unconnected matters.
My older friend, who by the way, after being a widow for a few years now still hopes to meet someone. And because she does as well as other widowed and divorced people in her circle, a few of whom are now in new relationships, it has been a big puzzle for her why someone in her words "so pretty and clever"as me still hasn't got new relationship yet! She said, surely there should be someone out there after that big redhead who by the way, is so ashamed now to show up his face in my house after I discovered him, with solid evidences, to be a perennial philanderer and pathological liar!
No, there isn't anyone yet! I wish there was--so there's someone who'll replace the two light bulbs in my kitchen...so I do not have to struggle mowing my lawn...and so on.
I think we can all blame that "clever"part description of me by my older friend. As the song goes, "fools rush in where angels fear to tread." I think I am more of an angel than a fool, that's why.
Anyway, I will stay single. I still have the hand mower which I acquired with the help of my ex-significant redhead. I'll manage the grass in my property (to save $$$$ for holiday perhaps) and leave it to the Council to cut the nature strip.
And in the later later years, I could always call the Grey Army to cut the lawn for me.
I think this is in keeping with being clever...
