In an ironic twist of timing, just as I'm selling my house, and mowing the lawn for perhaps the last time, my lawn mower broke in half.
Not the kind of thing I'm used to seeing, the back half of a lawnmower snapping off in mid-mow. But that's what happened. Now I'm faced with the prospect of borrowing Howard's seldom-used mower to finish the job. But it leaves me wondering if this isn't an omen for my impending move.
It is, after all, the back half of the year. We're in the back half of the deal to sell the house. At least I have an uncut back half of a yard to match the back half of my mower.
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Sometimes life just breaks and we are left to pick up the pieces.
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