Lines

As I completed a particularly satisfying diagonal mowing of the back yard, I stopped for a moment to drink in the perfection. Each line perfectly parallel to it's neighbor bringing angular order to the back yard. Then it occurred to me that this must surely be a sign of getting older. When did I start giving a damn about the lines in the lawn? This has to stop immediately. Next week its back to the completely random days of my mowing youth. OK, maybe one or two lines.