A Power Thing

Today, for the first time in weeks, I experienced the wonderful, sensual experience I’d been missing for too long.

I’m talking about a passionate, sweat-drenched, totally involved physical sensation that leaves you shaking and gasping for breath when it’s over.

The kind where you swear you feel the earth move.

Yep! I’m talking weed-eating on a hot day!

My old Home-Lite string trimmer died a slow death about a month ago. I didn’t know how I could replace it. Meanwhile, I mourned its demise while the weeds grew and the crab-grass spread.

This morning, I went to Lowes and bought a brand new Troy-Bilt. On special. This one’s even more powerful than the old one.

This afternoon I went on a weed-whacking frenzy. Not many of those suckers are left standing, and I’m exhausted.

There are two kinds of women in the world—those who weed-whack and those who wish they could.