I mowed the lawn the other day in a completely, utterly random way. I could not stand the thought again of mowing up and down and over and across until the end. I moved in zags and I moved in zigs, racing in circles and ovals and along tracks unseen. I hooted and hollered as i took each turn, never knowing which way was up or which was down. I will not ever cut my grass in lines full straight, for this was such a gas!