It's a nice, hot, humid day in Tennessee (fancy that). I started my morning with a light two mile jog then decided to attempt to finish the lawn which I started yesterday. You see, some very sweet friends of ours gave us their old lawn mower, they took pity on us homeowner newbies. It's a blessing, it truly is. If not for them, our lawn would be a virtual swamp land. But anyway, the poor mower is headed toward retirement I think. It's tired, it's old, it doesn't like thick grass and big yards. Yesterday, I got one side and half of the back done before the mower decided it was nap time. (and yes, I checked to make sure there was gas in it, thank you very much). Today, I decided it had rested enough, gotten some food, and was time to work. So, off we went. All went smoothly, most of the time. Any areas that had thick grass, I could hear the lawn mower begin to sputter. I'd pull it back, speak nicely to it, and encourage it that it DID have what it takes to defeat this lawn (who knew teaching and coaching would come in handy while mowing the lawn?!?).
As Andy was leaving he said he would call some friends to get their mower to finish the lawn, I laughed, hard. Did he really think I would be defeated? Me, the stubborn second born of my mother's womb? QUIT?!?! I THINK NOT!
Truly, I feel like I have an intimate, personal relationship with the mower now, after having to smooth talk it into working for me. And so, my summer break has begun.....
Oh yea, pics of the birthday party Andy put together for me are coming soon, as well as a "tribute" to the Lewis family who God decided needed to move to Atlanta (I am still not dealing well with that one). So, off to shower and rest in the glory of my victory over the lawn mower.