looking toward Fall
I had a mostly a good day yesterday-- got up early, used my old fashioned reel mower to mow the front yard (hard work---like carpet sweeping the yard) then trimmed it. The back yard calls for a real REAL lawn mower. Speaking of which, I'd been talking to son that maybe X would give me the lawnmower back since he is letting his parents house go into foreclosure and moving into an apartment. So, yesterday, Son called me saying his dad wanted the HD TV converter box. I asked, "What will he give me?" Son passed that message along and I heard him in the background So, I went over to Navy's and got the converter from him since he wasn't using it. But when I called Son to see about bringing it to them, he said his dad decided to SELL the lawnmower. That upset me. He was just being hateful and evil. Why was I surprised? It sent me into a tailspin for the rest of the evening--I alternated between wanting to smash/break things or die. I just took something to help...