Peevish Pen

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I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), and several Kindle ebooks.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

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.

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