The graveyard

Hi Natty!  How's it going?  I pray that all is well with you, and life is easy-going.  It's Sunday here today for me, and Sundays are always busy.  I clean my mother's bedroom every Sunday morning, so the first thing I do when I wake up is go buy my lunch so I don't have to cook it.  After Mary Unknown7's voice session, I had to get back to doing yard work.  This time I had to cut the grass over at my grandparents' grave.  The graveyard is close to my house, a short drive on the motorcycle with the weed whacker on my back.  It's an unkempt place, with long grass, thorns, a few coconut trees, and many other trees with low-hanging branches.  I'm the only one who visits my grandparents, and it's interesting to see which graves are taken care of.  That's because local politics are very family driven, but few seem to care about their dead relatives.  The grass wasn't long today over by my grandparents' grave, but the tree over them had branches that almost touched the ground.  I had to stoop under the branches with the weed whacker running, and it rained ants on me.  Army ants.  That was unpleasant, but I got the task done.  After that I went home and cut the grass outside my mother's bedroom window, and my own back yard.  I had to cook my own dinner.  It was a good thing I had some curry pup fixings left, so I fried those up and while they were cooling on the rack, I took a shower.  I ate my dinner while watching the Jap kids' video, and finished the last curry pup right as they called the sunset prayer.  I had 4 of those huge curry pups the last time, this time I ate 6 so I'm pretty stuffed.  Alhamdulillah.