Interesting Day . . .

Today was more interesting than most lately. Had to move some mowers to get to my rough mower. The fairway mower was one that needed to be moved. I couldn't get it to start. Some mowers have all kinds of safety switches, etc. that have to be in the correct position for it to start. I tried several combinations and it still would start. Couldn't figger out what I was forgetting. Another guy tried his luck and he had no more luck than I did. So being the normal smart ass that people have come to love and expect, I said, "maybe I should mention this to Lynn, our legendary mechanic." It started right up. Nothing was changed, it just started up. Don't usually have to threaten it. Most of the mowers around here seem to have minds of their own.

I went out to mow 16. I skipped it yesterday cause it doesn't grow real well and I thought having a heavy dew would make it easier to see. It was easier see except for a very heavy band of fog. Mowing into the very bright sun wasn't helping matters either. Then there were my watering eyes. When it gets to a certain temperature, my eyes tear up. I've been out there at times, trying to mow with tears running down my face. Anyway, next thing I know, I have this bad feeling about not mowin where I'm supposed to be mowing. Well, I was right again. I was about 15' into some guy's yard. Looked like he mowed the night before, so it wasn't noticeable unless someone pointed out my mowin. I've had close calls before, but this one is a first for me.

When I finished the rough, they sent me out to 'relieve' the guy mowin fairways. When you find yourself doing that -- going from one mower to another -- you know you are a true professional mower driver.

Tomorrow AM I have to go in and mow a couple swaths around some of the fairways. Got a 60 person tournament at 8:30. Don't know if I will be goin in during any evenings this weekend to mow fairways or not. They are growin very fast right now and it will be Tuesday before we can get them all mowed in one day.

The boss's son works for the Ohio Dept of Wildlife. He called to tell his dad that they were watching a couple elk in the northern part of the county, trying to keep them out of trouble. They were first spotted on a golf course near Montpelier. They were trying to figure out who they belonged to and were trying to locate a tranquilizer gun to borrow. Stuff like this doesn't happen around here just everyday.