#3
It was ten years ago. Did I tell you that already? Ten years ago, I was mowing the lawn, the brusque roaring of cold blades against tender green shoots filling my ears, my soul. A care-free childhood fantasy of mine: to "grow up" and mow the lawn every Saturday morning as my wife flowered her prize-winning geraniums beside me and my children played on the $500 swing set in the beautiful Eden that was our backyard. This was a Thursday afternoon. And someone--someone else--who happened to claim this Eden for his backyard was paying me for pushing the black grass-hungry monster back and forth across the lawn. And Cecilia did not want children. My lawnmower buzzed in my ears every moment of my life with her. I told myself I deserved better. A college degree and I mowed for a living. It's all foggy now. I can't remember why...
