i had a call this morning. can you please come and mow my lawns before it rain this afternoon? yeah, righto. be there in a jiffy. i noticed yesterday they were really overgrown. i hadn’t visited since last monday. he said he was going to try and mow them himself today but his knee was giving him trouble. it normally doesn’t take long, you jump on the mower and zoom around in circles. i wonder what the driver of the milk tanker was thinking when he drove past and saw me hanging off the side of the mower, zooming along at .0002km/h and kicking the cover of the mower blade. whatever it was he was too incredulous to wave back but i feel like it was just an ordinary sight for rural new zealand. he even slowed right down as if i posed some sort of traffic hazard. surely he’s seen worse behaviour. well, okay. there was a little bit of swerving and i wasn’t really looking where i was going but it was almost the direction i wanted to go. the problem was the grass was so overgrown the chute the grass spits out of on the side of mower kept getting blocked up and i got sick of stopping, turning it off and clearing the grass out.
i got sick last week too but i finally put up a wind-shelter fence for the new garden i made here months ago. i think it was the steering wheel of the old bugger’s car. it’s a little bit… sticky. a lot sticky. i might sneak in there some day and clean it. i took him to a doctor appointment last monday. his knee was swollen and he was worried there was a blood clot in there after the operation. the diagnosis was gout. apparently 1 microwaveable pizza per day doesn’t make for a healthy and balanced diet. i don’t know what he’s going to do with the other half dozen frozen pizzas in his freezer. probably eat them. and complain about having gout. and then keep taking the gout pills his doctor told him to absolutely under no circumstance take. i said my piece, he didn’t listen. it’s not like he doesn’t know how cook. i think he’s just decided he’s on some sort of holiday since his operation.
the title for this entry is just going to have to stay as the note i made after seeing the eye doctor on friday because if i delete it then continue writing i’m probably going to forget.
there’s not much more to write about anyway. and i’m tired. i should probably make another note to remind myself to get the life vests out. somewhere between the panic and excitement of finally having some whitebait to catch i forgot them over the weekend. but i was mostly scooping in the easier parts of the waves. mostly. peter wasn’t, neither was jimmy. if you’re already feeling wobbly then trying to stay upright in the waves next to the river mouth isn’t much fun. especially when a wave pushes the river current across and you go from standing two feet away from the river to standing in the river and it’s washing the rocks out from under your feet. i noticed a neighbour almost lose his footing there twice. so i scooped the easier waves. and it still exhausted me. i’ve slept an unusual amount these last two nights. i probably, yeah, i have another infusion next week. i bet peter had trouble getting out of bed this morning. and now that i think about it, those whitebait patties peter gave the old bugger yesterday probably aren’t going to help his gout.
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