Let's call it what it is. We hate each other. I hate them, they hate me--all of 'em. We're all aware of this so let's just put it out there. It's a conspiracy I think. I'm pretty sure the lawnmower, the trimmer and the edger shimmy closer together in the garage every time I come out there, whispering. Plotting. Which one of them is going to give in just enough to let me think perhaps I've made some progress in this relationship, only to have the rest of them up and rebel at once--one refusing completely to start, the other floods and then while I'm not looking, the lawn mower takes off ahead, pulling me towards that awful ankle turning hole in the back yard and suddenly I'm on my back behind the mower, my hand still on the lever--the thing is still running and I'm lying there thinking "If I let go, I'll just have to start the damn thing again with that stupid pull cord and finish the rest of the yard." I contemplate what kinds of further injuries I might incur should I try and get up while keeping the beast running and I decide it is probably in my best interest to let the thing die. I lie there in the 100 degree sun in silence, trying to decide how bad the damage is to my ankle. And the faint snickering in the garage lets me know that they've won again.
I really hate yard work. Especially when it's a hundred degrees outside.
6 comments:
I'm sorry bout the struggle with the machine, but I am relieved a bit, at the start of this post I thought you might have come in contact with MY texas nemesis....the fire ant. As if it isn't hot enough there is a creature whose only visible purpose is to burn your ankles and toes.
I hate the ants too. But I have a guy who comes and kills them for me. I've been considering getting a lawn guy too, but I can hardly afford one, let alone both. And I'm kinda committed to the ant guy--and he costs less . . . some day though, some day.
Man, do I hear you about wanting a lawn guy! We can barely keep ours mowed, let alone looking nice.
(And I'm glad your enemy isn't any rodents this time!)
This is why I make my kids to the yard work. Because lawn equipment hates me, too.
Charlotte - I am sooo working on it. My 8-year-old can last for about half of the front yard before he gives up. I don't want to force the point yet because he needs to have a healthier relationship with the yard tools that I do and I don't want them to get off on the wrong foot. My 5-year-old, well, how young is too young to operate a weed whipper? We'll get there. Some day.
Post a Comment