Eric Bergeson's The Country Scribe

June 13, 2014 12:01 a.m.

Took Aunt Olive to the doctor yesterday to see about a lump that has been growing on her knuckle. She has been calling it her "button." She was in fine form, telling one nurse that if it got any bigger they would put her in a cage and charge 25 cents to see her at the county fair.

The lump is not cancer, but we'll get it removed in an outpatient procedure at the end of the month. That was a relief.

Memory problems are making daily life a little less calm for Olive, there is no denying it. She maintains her good attitude, but it is difficult for her to sort out her dreams, which are pretty vivid, from reality, which is anything but vivid. So, you know which perception wins: The more vivid.

We went for a drive around the countryside the other day--such plush green this time of year. She knew where we were as we drove and enjoyed seeing the light green of the sprouting crops. This is a vivid time of year, and if Olla got out every day, I suspect she would be better off. Alas, we don't have such priorities.

Speaking of lush green, this is the season of mowing.

Living in town has taught me one thing: Mowers go all day long! And another thing: Almost nobody sharpens their blades! How they can stand to do all that work only to have the lawn look like it got a bad haircut from a four-year-old is beyond me. Even one of the mowing services has a mower which cuts a groove every pass.

Of course, I am spoiled. I have been doing a lot of mowing at the nursery with a brand-new zero turn radius Husquvarna with a 60-inch deck. You want fun. That's it. Almost got depressed this morning when I realized there was no more grass to mow out at the nursery. If it rains tomorrow, we'll have plenty to mow next week.

However, my campaign literature will have arrived by then, which means I will be out doorknocking. That will be when this campaign really turns into an adventure. I have never door-knocked before, and I have always been thankful that I am not a Mormon or a Jehovah's Witness so I would have to door knock just to be keep the faith. But! Door-knocking is a politicial necessity, and so I will venture forth, hoping that I enjoy and and take to it. Practice run in East Grand Forks tomorrow.

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