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| Monday, May 15, 2006 |
| A chapter from the Novel that is my life |
Currently listening to
Brighter Day
by Kirk Franklin
About 4 or 5 years ago, my family became the first in the neighborhood to get an automatic sprinkler system. The rest of the families still used garden hoses attatched to twirly thingies to give their grass much needed water during the year, and could be seen during the especially Texas hot summer months water by hand, with a hose.
After we got ours, as we would pass those who weren't as cool as us and had to water their grass by plug in sprinkler, or even worse, by hand,and my father would cackle and laugh at them, scoffing at their inability and have theirs set on a timer, and he would pull up to our house and look lovingly at the fresh crop of green blades.
After my brother and I went to college, m y father turned lawn duties over to a service, and they would come about every other weekend and take on all the maitenence duties, and my father rarely worries about those things now.
When I got home today, I he was in the middle of the lawn soaking wet, in overalls, trying to fix one of the sprinkler heads, which apparently took some bad X the night before, because it was werratically shooting into the sky, making an amazing fountain.
He eventually fixed it, but I couldnt help but think that there was probably some dad that drove by and cackled, thinking about how much easier and reliable it was to water the lawn by hand.
D. Urban |
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