In this time of a year, grassmoving madness is in the full swing again to be over with in the late fall. For some reason, fat (and not so fat) people riding on their loanmoving tractors, pushing loanmovers, working for hire, etc. is causing a gigantic turbulance and resentment in my head. Tens of millions of grassmoving human units become a collective symbol for the decline, rot, doom, absolute hopelessness of the world which has produced them. I still haven't figured out why grassmoving automatically triggers such apocalyptic thoughts.

Maybe standing by and watching people work makes you feel guilty :)

Maybe standing by and watching people work makes you feel guilty :)

Nope. No guilt, when I see them I'm working (most of the time), I have rather slim sense that people who move grass N-times per year, sitting on their cool tractors, are little bit on the lazy side.

It is a good way of getting out of houshold chores, washing dishes, cleaning the loo, changing the baby.