Commentary 18 Apr 2009 08:43 pm
No matter what the calendar says, today is the first day of spring because it’s the first time I mowed the grass this year. I’ve been putting off the dreaded cutting because once started, it becomes a weekly (and sometimes a twice-weekly) obligation.
I really should have taken the shears to the lawn last Sunday, but I laid off because it was Easter and cold. Not necessarily in that order. Today I had no excuse — temperatures in the 70s, lots of sunshine, enough time to mow my little postage stamp of earth and still have enough time to do other things too.
It’s also the first day this year I’ve been on my bicycle. I rode it to The Review after I mowed. It’s downhill all the way there, so that part’s a snap. Coming back is the real bummer.
This was also the day I drove my wife and three of her friends to the Cleveland airport to catch a flight to Florida, where they boarded a cruise ship for a girls’ week vacation. Through the wonders of modern technology, I’ve heard from her a dozen times already — several cell phone calls, lots of text messages. The cruise ship pulled out of dock a few hours ago, and with a surcharge added to each call, we’ve decided to limit cell phone contact from here on out.
Being a “bachelor” again — OK, not really (not at all, in reality) — is weird. Whenever my wife goes out of town, the most anarchic thing I can think to do is watch Marx Brothers movies. I’ve resisted the temptation so far, but only because I was outside all day. Tonight’s another story …