Misrepresentation

080109

080109

This picture kind of makes you smile, right?  It’s all green, natural, and peaceful.  It’s just waiting to spread joy to all who see it.

Well, this is a sod mat.  It looks harmless, but it caused me considerable misery.

You see, our front yard had looked like a wasteland for many years.  It was full of weeds for a long time, and the only thing my parents could do to “tend” it was to trim the weeds.  I complained a lot saying, “We should get someone to uproot all the weeds, and then have someone put real grass on it.”  But no, my parents thought trimming the weeds was enough.

Finally, my dad hired someone to get all the weeds out a couple of days ago, and the task of putting grass on the lawn, using sods, was our job.  We had to lay about twenty to thirty sod mats, the majority of which was laid by me, with some help from my parents.  People say, “Actions speak louder than words,” so I couldn’t be the complainer and do nothing when the time came to solve the problem.  At first, it was pretty fun.  I’ve never done something like this before, so it was an experience.  Even getting dirty was fun.  I’ve always tried to get out of gardening work, but I didn’t hesitate to touch the soil and wrap my arms around the heavy sod mats this time.

Did I mention I was wearing gloves?  So, anyway, when it came to the last set of sod, I was pretty tired.  Dizzy tired.  My knees, arms, shirt and shorts were covered with mud.   Maybe even my face.   I had to get acquainted with half a dozen worms, and I began to get a little cranky.  After we finished laying all the sods, I was excited to run to the shower, but I had to clean up the excess dirt I dumped onto the sidewalk.  The many hours of agony ended with that, and then, I ran to the bathroom and took a shower.

In the end, I was really glad I got to do all that.  It might have been backbreaking work, but that’s what I liked about it.  I’m not just some spoiled 21st century boy, who has to listen to his mom talk about the tough life in the rice fields.  It’s the complete opposite of what I usually do—surf the Internet.  I wouldn’t say I’d like to do it again, but I’m happy nonetheless.

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4 Responses to “Misrepresentation”

  1. Kelly Denise Says:

    Ah, I understand now.
    I cleaned the pool today, that counts as something, right?

  2. mrvangeldren Says:

    gloves? lol come on now! Feel the dirt in your fingernails! Best feeling ever.

  3. I like this story. It flows well. (Unlike my comment. HA.)
    And I think mrvangeldren (previous commenter) has the same camera as me.

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