Foiled... And Diseases

Well, we've reached our high of 66 degrees F here in sunny mostly cloudy Northeast Ohio for today.  I figured I would go out and mow the lawn after I had some lunch in my belly.  Boy, was I wrong!

Our lawn service came today around 11:30 AM for our first application of fertilizer and weed killer (I don't believe our lawn has ever had any TLC, and it's obvious).  I didn't know they were coming today... I just knew that as of last week, the guy would be here "within the next few weeks" -- whatever that meant.  (Well, I guess it meant today.  Duh.)  Anyway, seeing that he was here meant that my thoughts of mowing the lawn went right down the drain.  Guess it gets pushed off until at least this time tomorrow.

However, MY thoughts of mowing the lawn translated into some sort of weird inter-mental mind-wave disease in my neighborhood.  (Yes, my liberal use of non-words has been noted.)  As I was making my tiny pizzas for lunch (sammich buns in danger of going 'out of date' soon are opened up on a cookie sheet, pizza sauce is smeared on the insides of said bun, mozzarella cheese is added and it's all topped off with a few slices of pepperoni on each half bun... and then baked until the cheese is properly melted), I noticed that the Doof Neighbor across the street (you know, the one who left his spotlight on over his garage for like 4 nights straight, and it shined directly into our bedroom) was suddenly mowing his lawn.  Before he could finish, our next-door neighbor to the east began to mow his lawn.  

It's like it's a friggin' Lawn Mowing Disease around these here parts.  Neighbor A mowed his lawn, so Neighbor B and Neighbor C get right on it as well, because, well, I guess you just have to keep up with the Joneses (of Lawn Mowing).  Neighbor D (actually, they're the Anti-Social Neighbors) directly across the street mowed his lawn on Sunday, so he's good for another day or so.  Plus, he wasn't around to catch the disease at this moment.  Our next-door neighbors to the west don't really succumb to the Lawn Mowing Disease, so that makes it a little more bearable for us.  I'm able to show some restraint as well, since I'm forced to wait 24 hours after the fertilizer and weed killer application before I mow.  I'd likely wait anyhow, because I'm not the type to succumb to Lawn Mowing Diseases -- I don't judge my lawn's length vs. the neighbor's lawn's length and run right out to compete.  I decide to mow when I think the weeds have grown too tall and are trying to take over and use my grill and sit in my patio chairs.