My grass is thick, and emerald green now – I am 60 years old and part of me can’t understand where time has flown. I am now also reliant on dialysis three times a week – about 15 hours per week hooked to a machine for the illusion of health but the reality of continuing life.
I planted grass in my back yard nearly a week ago. Not sod. I threw an abundance of grass seed and covered it with lawn soil and then I did a little jig before I watered it, hoping the grass fertility gods would bless my bare ground.
I have been faithfully keeping it moist and I wondered to myself I could have bought sod and then just watered that for a few weeks.
It dawned on me, I wanted to see the little blades poke up because I actually planted grass. Sod is wonderful, but it is make believe if you think you planted grass. Sod is laying down a rug, not planting grass.
Way too much make believe out there.
Teenagers are growing up thinking they “did dishes” when all they did is load the dishwasher. Make Believe dishwashing.
All ages are thinking they made breakfast when they popped…
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Life and Random Thinking 