Famous last words — “Honey, don’t worry about me. I need the exercise!”
Before my next-door neighbors moved out, they graciously donated to me their push mower. Oh, you have no idea what I have accumulated in the last few weeks. An extra air conditioner, the afore-mentioned push mower, an acoustic guitar (oh, yes!), several containers of grits (who knew I’d get grits in Rhode Island), approximately nine million bags of chocolate chips, ice-pops, a huge can of shortening, a can of SpaghettiOs (but without the meatballs — oh, the humanity!!!), and eleven bottles of booze, including vanilla rum and tequila.
Not that I know how to play the guitar, but I bet I could teach myself. I do play the cello and the piano already, so I do have a somewhat musical background. It can’t be any harder than the cello. Can it?
But yes, so now I have a push mower. I’ve always wanted one, though Kurt kind of teases me when I say I do. “Why do you want a push mower?? They’re so much work!!” Well, we don’t have a very big yard, and I’d rather not fire up a big, gasoline-powered machine when I don’t have to. Also I am scared to death of the damn thing, I really am. I keep thinking I’m going to run over a small creature and get the darn thing clogged up with blood and small creature parts and bones and guts and everything. Ugh. Makes me shiver just thinking about it.
And I nearly did run over snakes many, many times when we lived in Washington. Snakes don’t really bother me, though, not until they may get pulverized into a snake smoothie in my lawn mower. Gross. A push mower wouldn’t have made any sense back then, not with the enormous lawn we had. It took me a good forty-five minutes to an hour to mow the entire thing with a power mower! I would hate to think how long it would have taken me with a push mower.
But now we have a small back yard, relatively speaking, and we’re not at all liable for mowing our front yard or our side yards. That’s taken care of by the landscaping crew. Kurt hadn’t been able to mow the backyard lately, not with the weird rain we had all weekend, and I wasn’t sure when he’d get a chance to do it. So I took it upon myself today. With the push mower.
Oh. My. Gawd. It’s more work than I thought it would be!! It didn’t help that it was 85º today, and the backyard gets full sun for most of the day. I thought I was going to die by the time I managed to get half the lawn down. It didn’t help that my lawn has more bumps than the mogul course in the Winter Olympics. I’d get going for two or three steps when WHAMMO! I’d get bogged down by a bump, and it would take all my strength to get going again — only to be stopped in another few steps by yet another bump.
And the push mower didn’t do too well in mowing down the weeds. I had to go over it two or three times to chop down the weeds. But you know, it’s fine. It looks really good, much better than it did, and the push mower worked better than I thought it would. I had a good time, actually! It was so nice to be out there, not worried about running over a small woodland creature before I could stop the engine, and not deafened by the roar of a power mower. I could enjoy the breeze and the sun, and the smell of the freshly cut grass without smelling gasoline fumes at the same time. Not only that, but Grace could be out there with me while I was mowing! She even got out her toy mower and “helped” — the very same mower she played with when she was just 18mos old in this video:
Can you believe she’s almost five already?! My, how time flies! And you can see how large my sideyard in Washington had been. My backyard here in Rhode Island is a mere fraction of that enormity. Thank goodness!
I tell you, though; I think I’ll let Kurt mow the lawn the next time it needs doing. I think I’ve deserved a break!