Today I started thinking about the elaborate patterns they make in the grass in major league baseball stadiums. I decided to create a minor-league version of my own; today I mowed a design in the grass.
I called Tony outside to admire with me. Our conversation went something like this:
ME--"Can you see the design I just mowed?"
TONY--(obviously stalling for time) "Hmm...is it a circle?"
ME--"No"
TONY--"A face? An oval?"
ME--"It's a letter."
TONY--"O? Q? C?"
ME--"Nope, Nope, Nope. It's a G."
TONY--Oh yeah. I see it now. Good job!" (He high-tails it back inside before I can ask him any more questions.)
The design was meant to be temporary, so after Tony went back inside I finished cutting the grass, mowing right over my work. My masterpiece disappeared as quickly as it was created.
Awww - you should have left it! I was just saying to Joseph last night while watching the baseball game that if we ever get a yard we *must* mow the checkered bits into it! I've always loved it!
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