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    Tuesday, May 15, 2007

    Tuesday Talkback -- Good Neighbor Edition

    Just a little talkback to this Monday Moaner:

    "Why is it that when I don't have to get up on weekends for work, am I woken at 9 a.m. to someone mowing their lawn? Isn't it courtesy to wait till at least 10 a.m. to do so? Come on people! I think that is so rude." - Parma

    No, it isn't necessary to wait till 10AM. Nine in the morning is late enough. Once the sun has been out long enough to take the dew off the grass, it is time to mow. Wait much beyond mid-morning, and it is too hot for the grass to be cutting it. Sure, ten is still mid-morning, but then you are just getting started at 10AM. Otherwise, you're looking at mowing at 7PM

    I agree that even if the dew is gone before 9AM, you should wait till nine to mow. Then let her rip.

    So drag your tail out of bed, and join your neighbor in a little weekend lawn care. The bad neighbor isn't the one mowing at 9AM -- the bad neighbor is the one with the overgrown lawn.

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    Comments on "Tuesday Talkback -- Good Neighbor Edition"

     

    Blogger James said ... (9:24 AM, May 15, 2007) : 

    You know what I hate? When the Indians who live next door (8 of them sharing a studio for the summer) purchase a bass guitar and decide to play with it (and the new amp) at 12:00am. I love that. The good thing is they did learn how to play a little by 2:00am.

    At least they are not howling like they did last year - then again they have only been there for 2 days.

    Oh, my grandmother says hi.

     

    Blogger Gina Ventre said ... (9:52 AM, May 15, 2007) : 

    I like lawns full of dandelions and how the dandelion spores lift in the wind, drift across a driveway and land on other lawns. Up comes a cluster of 3 or 4 gray green stalks with their milky insides and thick heads of yellow fur. The homeowner pulls the spreader from its perch in the garage, fills it, and ferociously wheels it up and down. The homeowner takes satisfaction in the tidy arc of poison. He likes to think about it landing on the grass and trickling into the dirt. It's pleasant to think about how the poison, like him, knows the difference between real grass and dandelions.

     

    Blogger Audient said ... (10:01 AM, May 15, 2007) : 

    J: The Indians are probably just as disgusted as the smell of tofu wafts out your window. Maybe not.

    G: Are you making fun of me?

     

    Blogger James said ... (10:08 AM, May 15, 2007) : 

    A: good to know, but I doubt it. Tofu smells like celery flavored buffalo.

    G: good story!

     

    Blogger anne said ... (11:42 AM, May 15, 2007) : 

    I am anti-dandelion.

    I am pro-Buffalo. And pro-buffalo wings.

     

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