I Should Have Remembered

 I Should Have Remembered
After seventy-six years of living, you would have thought that I would have remembered at least one thing…to stay out of the sun, but no not me. Monday I washed a load of towels with only plans to hang them outside on my clothes line to dry. I was shirtless in the basement when the washer stopped and decided to slip outside to hang them up. The sun was shining brightly. It was hot and humid, but there was a nice breeze. They’ll dry nicely I thought.
The weatherman said it was to rain later and.the back part of my lawn is sometimes boggy. I wanted to get that part mowed before it became swampy. It was looking like a thick hayfield. I dsecided to hop on my John Deere mower and do several quick loops to clip the grass to a managable project for the next time I decided to mow. Again I tackled the small chore without wearing a shirt and no sun screen. Can you see the problem?
As I mowed the boggy area, I noticed that the rest of my lawn looked shaggy and unkempt, so smart me decided to finish mowing the rest of the lawn. The e front side of my lawn already looked a mess due to the trench that the water company dug to repair the main waterline’s leak frpm several days ago. I decided I would use the lawn mower to trim that area and perhaps get it to blend in with the rest of my lawn.
Instead of blending, the grass in the rest of my lawn was too long wit enough fast growing weeds that the “rest of the lawn” looked ratty, so I thought, “What the heck” I’m already on the mower, “What’s to stop me” from finishing the rest of the lawn?
As I nonchalantly tooled around my yard, I’m sure the satellites overhead were blinded by the sunlight reflecting from my chubby white body. I feel blessed that wasn’t the cause of any drivers who were in an accident blinded by the glare as they drove by my house.
What should have stopped me was the memory of my pale skin of ginger colored beard and sandy hair that has in the past, blistered under the sun’d rays. The ginger has long ago faded to silver and white. It now matches my pasty skin color but the ginger in my soul remains. Needless to say, my neck and shoulders gained a warm but painful rosy glow.