This is one of my all time favorite Stix posts. It was probably also one of his final entries here at the Flap. I wonder what he’s doing for exercise in the clink? I keep wondering if anyone is feeding his cats. I’m positive no one is mowing “the estate.”
Golf? Well i ain’t getting my summer workouts this week and i’m a bit pissed. Mechanic informed me the coil is out on the 22″ Huskvarna mower and it’ll take another two three days. They call it a “push” mower these days cause it is not self-propelled. A friend brought one of those by a few weeks back and using it for a few minutes convinced me that no way would i want one of those clumsy, heavy, complifuted monstrosities on my course.
Though the estate is a bit over 8 acres i only mow three or so and its up and down hills, dodging trees, shrubs and various stone-lined raised-bed gardens, ponds and whatever. Fantastic workout, but one needs easy mobility with your machine. One of those contraptions where you ride around on your ass like some doddering doofus? Fuggidaboudit! Very little of what the Germans call “sitzfleish” on my corpus. I do not sit well or very long at a time.
But fast approaching 72, i need that mowing workout on a steady basis through the summer and it’s galling me because with tropical rainforest conditions during July we just experienced the heaviest growth ever of the grass population ~ and when it gets over 6″ inches tall ~ particularly that nasty, heavy redclover down on the polderlands ~ the whole affair turns into brutal trench warfare.
Some H.S. football player could get himself into great shape investing about 4 hours daily on what will be facing me when i get the mower back. He’d go through the opposing line like shit through a goose.