Hard Rock Country

"Sometimes, there just aren't enough rocks"goggles and a helmet. Listen, I might look dumb
Forrest said to Jennie.walking around in hundred-degree temperatures
Well, Forrest should have sent Jennie to mywearing this garb, but I learned my lesson after
house where rocks mate and produce offspringthe first three trips to the ER for stitches. I still
faster than my husband and his shiny newsuffer from brain damage.
lawnmower can get rid of them. Just when I thinkThe county elected to put up a big yellow caution
there is not another rock left on the planet,sign near the house with an arrow pointing toward
Hubby finds a brand new family of them hiding inour yard with lights flashing the words: HUBBY
the grass like hornets. Each time I think he hasMOWING. No one will drive by the house when
mowed over and slung the last surviving rock intothe caution light is on except the Wells Fargo
the next county, he discovers a new batch. Thetruck or someone driving a tank. Terrified parents
man has never met a lawnmower he couldn'trush outside and drag their children to safety. The
destroy. So far in the eight years we've beendogs cower under the front porch and the cattle
married, he has managed to completely demolishkneel in the fields in an attempt to dodge the
nine lawnmowers of his own and the one hesparks and the rocks flying from beneath the
borrowed from our neighbor. With his patronagewheels of the roaring machine pushed by a
alone, the owners of Mowers-R-Us have beenmadman with no shirt at a speed of thirty-five
able to put all six of their kids through college.miles per hour.
Not to mention his contribution to the lumberWhen it's finally safe to go outside again, I walk
industry. Our neighborhood resembles a townaround the house and survey the carnage. I count
along the gulf coast during hurricane season. Atthe broken windows and the holes in the siding.
the first sign of Spring, when mowing seasonThe house looks like the aftermath of a drive-by
begins, the neighbors immediately begin nailingshooting, or like it's been attacked by Zorro with
plywood over their windows. Reports of Hubby'san AK47 instead of a sword. I point out the
intent to mow are announced on the six o'clockshattered panes in the bay window. Hubby shrugs
news. Sometimes they interrupt the regularlyand reminds me that the window needed
scheduled programing for a lawnmower alert. Thereplacing anyway...after all it's three month old. I
local weather forecast goes something like this:just smile and nod. He assures me he will pick up
"Expect partly cloudy skies this evening, with aa replacement window on his way to get a new
twenty percent chance of rain by morning.lawnmower.
Northwest winds 10 mph or less. TemperaturesI heave a sigh of relief that mowing season will
will be in the low to mid sixties and Mr. Hubby willsoon be over. Then I remember the leaf blower
be mowing his lawn this evening. We strongly urgehe bought last winter. I run to the garage and
all the folks in that area to be on the alert. At theread the operating instructions on the box. It
first sound of a lawnmower, seek shelter in areads: Precaución: Motor de gran alcance.
basement or a closet. Stay tuned to this station inUtilice el cuidado extremo al trabajar en un
the event of an emergency evacuation."área que contenga rocas.
These aren't all little tiny pebbles either; most ofWell, kiss my burrito! I can't read Spanish! Nor
them are full grown rocks. And hubby neverFrench nor German. But I'm betting a brand new
misses a single one. He manages to hit each rockSnapper self-propelled mower-mulcher that if I
at least twice. Once on the forward sweep andcould have found any English on the box it would
again on the backward drag. They pepper thehave said: Warning. High velocity. Use with
house in a musical rhythm reminding me of thatextreme caution in rocky areas?
old 60s tune called 'Wipe Out'. Add in a little fifeMaybe I should phone the manufacturer. Maybe
music and it would sound like a regiment of CivilI'd better warn the neighbors. I have a headache.
War soldiers marching through the neighborhood.Did I mention I suffer from brain damage...
On the few times I go outside to help him, I wear