Today I go to try...

Today I go to try. Again and again, I try to make good on the promise that I have done, yet alas the world is hot, and my ability to perform is diminished.  The 106-degree day, the lack of water, the brown brow, all pieces of the puzzle that keep me from focusing, from working on the project, from being able to be a real contender.  The lawn will never mow itself.

I bear down and try again, today a new dawn, a new day.  Like my two year old daughter says, I think to myself, “ready…steady…go.”  How can I begin?  First I will work out, lubricating the synovial joints with fluid and making my back ready. Then I will shower and relax, eat lunch and be off to the races.  What if it is hot again?  What if it is too hard? Will I ever make it, the journey so much time, so tiring?  I have made promises, and trade agreements have been signed between my wife and me.  If I back out now, there may be an embargo, tariffs, full sanctions on things that are so dear and near to me.  I must fulfill my end of the bargain.

Today I go to try, and today I await the acre of green, the patch of earth that is mine.  So lucky am I to have this patch to care for, to moan and whine about, to write about in a state of procrastination. To all of you out there listening, may my voice be heard, may you all find strength to mow your own over-sized and under watered lawns. May you all find strength to fulfill your trade agreements. May you find peace and solace in the day; and should you fail, think of me. Go forth, and go to try.  If not for me, if not for yourself, for your country, and for your wife.

For a better world, wake to this day to mow. Mow my countrymen, for if it is not done by you, it may never be done.