weekender...

and that's how it started...

When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my partner kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed. But, somehow I always had something else to take care of.

First, the truck, the car, new playlists, always something more important to me.

Finally he thought of a clever way to make his point. When I arrived home one day, I found him seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of scissors.

I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house. I was gone only a minute, and when I came out again I handed him a toothbrush.

I said, 'When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway.'

The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp...