I said to him, Harry, you’d better get up, the lawn needs mowing. The neighbors are already done and ours looks horrible! Did he get up, even move? No, I tell you Ethel, he just lays there like a bump on a log. Yes, he’s perfectly healthy. Yes! I said you’d better get up, it’s already ten-thirty and starting to get hot! Then I said to him, Harry, better get out there!
Harry plodded outside, smiling, started up the loud mower. Erma didn’t have a clue that Harry loved the quiet peace of mowing the lawn. Harry took his time.