- My lawnmower hates me. I am quite sure that my neighbors stare and laugh as I spend 20 minutes trying to get it started, barely keeping myself from kicking it and then finally doing a happy dance when it sputters to life.
- It does not behave that way for my husband.
- My husband is in India for business.
- It has been a bizarre spring and the grass is thick and luscious and really needs to be cut. It is March 25, 2012, for the record.
Before JJ left for his trip, I asked him is he thought there was any way the mower would run. He looked at me like, "Not a snowball's chance in hell," but humored me by spending 30 minutes working on it before he did the other three thousand things he had to do before he left. It did not start. No big surprise.
Cue this beautiful Sunday and my lawn is out of control. Rather than buy a new mower, which is what I really want to do, I instead went to my neighbor to borrow one. My neighbors are awesome. And sitting in the driveway is a little green John Deere riding mower. Now, my yard is approximately 10 square feet and takes my son 20 minutes to mow it with our push-mower. A riding mower is overkill. But, my neighbor only had the riding mower, and was more than happy to let KJ use it. Mind you, KJ has never driven a riding mower before. He's really good at Mario Kart though, so this was bound to be successful.
My neighbor gave KJ a quick lesson on how to drive the thing, taught him how to turn the blades on and off and away he went.
I could not stop giggling. First of all, I told you the lawn was thick and luscious. Look at that grass fly!
Secondly, the mower uses two levers, not a steering wheel. KJ drove it, not in a straight line, but more like he was testing its turning radius by weaving in and out of cones. At top speed. At this point in time, I am howling as he tried to navigate the tiny front lawn with this lawn mower that was way too big for the job. Start. Stop. Back Up. Knock over some landscaping blocks. Turn again. Weave across the yard. Try not to fall off of the driveway.
As we were walking home from DQ tonight, he told me the front lawn looked like ocean waves. I tend to agree.
One of the lessons my neighbor gave him was to pay attention to the direction the grass is coming out of the mower and try to blow it back into the yard. That obviously worked.
Now KJ wants a riding mower so he can get the yard done in 4 minutes rather than 20. Well, that's not bloody likely. He did a good job for his first time, but he does need some more practice. There are several tufts in my front yard, and my garden did not escape the wrath of KJ and the Deere. But, all in all, it was a good experience for KJ. Now he knows the joy of choosing a tool that is way too big/powerful/fancy for a particular job. He's on his way to manhood.