I said that kid thinks she’s 29, no child.

Nevertheless, that ignorant, barren, unwed, book-learned college graduate said I could go to jail.

For what, I said. Exactly for what? For protecting that 29 y/o from herself? What do you know about kids? Or adults? What did they teach you in that fancy college, I said.

She says she learned to vote Democratic, to protect children from their parents, how to let children express themselves, how to love unconditionally and how to cut the genitals off jerks like me. With love, which is, she said, the hard part.

So, I wouldn’t try that, TB, unless you’d like to lose a significant part of you by the light of a compact fluorescent light bulb.

After all those are gone the bastards will eat grass.

My goat, Sheba, was a delightful buddy, much like a dog, but she would eat grass only after she had destroyed everything else.

By the way, I took the blade off of my lawnmower to get it sharpened. It was cutting just fine, but was very, very dull. I tend to whack things with it, branches that have fallen, large roots which have surfaced, etc.

As I walked out to the car I noticed my neighbor with one of those weedwhackers, a string trimmer, whaling away at a tall grass patch in a corner of her yard. I watched her for a second and it dawned upon me.

The string in that trimmer is NOT sharp. It’s just moving like hell and manages to at least chew through the grass stems. Looks as if speed and the ability to wear is the operative factor.

I put the blade back on my lawnmower. I’d like to have it sharp, but for what I’d be charged, for the cost of the gas getting there and back twice, and the fact that it works now, I’ll stick with it.

And I’d rather have the John Deere above. (Remind me to tell you my John Deere joke sometime.)