mean mamma

ok, so i was treated to a round of meanmammameanmammameanmamma this morning, as i forced my cartoon-watching 12-yearold into service.....to help trim out the dead stuff from the flowerbeds....at least while it wasn't too hot out to do the job......i almost pointed out to her that such rants can takeon a more dramatic tone if some interpretive dance moves are worked in.......akin to the greek chorus......maybe some flailing of the arms as well........there is something intrinsicly tragic about a 12-year old who must help out around the property, eh?......and then for her to have to find her own gloves, and her own pair of clippers......the injustice......the inhumanity.......well.....with the gloves she has a point.......we have a bin of mismatched workgloves.....they are like socks.....and pairs become unpaired......and at times one is lucky to have a left and a right rather than a set-as-purchased......and with clippers......same story....clippers tend to be made to wear out/rust out......the nicest pair of clippers i ever owned was purchased at the chelsea flower show years ago....they were made by a british company best known for shavers...and they were sized for female hands......just a wonderful piece of equipment....until a spring fell out.....and they clip no more.....i still have them of course......for sentimental reasons.....and with the hope that they could be repaired, magically.......maybe an intinerant clipper repairmen will come to the door......it could happen.......and so my work crew and i labored for 2 solid hours.......i focused on the reblooming rose bushes......which must have the deadheads removed for any chnace at a nice second flush......this is risky business in the summer....when it is too hot even in the a.m. for fuill body armor.....and thus i have puncture wounds......and even some bruising where the extra large thorns got stuck in my arms.....and en especially large wound above my left knee that bled almost to my ankle before i noticed it.......i once went to a local chiropracter when i hurt my back......and when he saw my rose-related wounds....he started this serious line of questioning about domestic violence.....and i interrupted with the observation that he had no rose bushes at home........if he did he could have easily shown me his own roserelated injuries........they look kind of like the remains of a catfight......if you, gentle readers, have no roses to tend and cannot envision the full horror....but i digress from my daughter...who announced after the 2nd hour that she was done............and i agreed, because i was also done........i have errands to run....and if i am especially efficient i will treat myself to a baseball game on fox.....boston at baltimore.......and maybe the cd's i ordered for my 12-year old will arrive.....they are a surprise.........meanmamma, indeed............