So Rich jokingly suggested to ensure the best use of my time off I could cut the grass. With the weekend rain, he’d not had chance (altho hmmm…Sunday wasn’t rainy but heard him mutter something about blades too damp and erm, no not today). He does the grass. Got us some lovely manly gardening equipment after we moved in from a friend. They make lots of really loud noise, are big, powerful and very, very masculine for a Sunday morning mow off against next door.
My job is simple: to provide refreshments and compliments on his manly mowing prowess. We live in a street where a rogue weed does not go unobserved or unjudged even, so the pressure is on and due to the recent couple of weekends’ inclement weather and hubby’s inclement attitude yesterday towards our neighbors’ opinions of our grass being 1cm too high, we are probably letting the street down and devaluing house prices.
But no! I will not let this happen! He is a man, a manly man but I am a woman…strong and hardworking, intelligent and able to stand on my own. It was International Woman’s Day recently. They marched on the capitals around the world demanding the respect and rights for all they achieve. I felt empowered and bold. I got this. Move over Rich, there’s a new grass slayer in town!
Got it out the garage and looked at the pictoral and written instructions (I was not so manlike that I’d skip that step) Check it’s got gas…well there’s some sort of liquid in there. Pull the thingy 3 (or more like 15) times and head down the gentle slope. Heading back up….mwah ha ha…it’s turned into friggin Mount Everest. Do 2 more rows heaving it through what has deceptively become a bloody thick forest of unrelenting evil grassblades . It then unexplicably dies. And I put the bar steward lawn mower unceremoniously back in the shed. And I vow that the next time he decides to give it a miss, I’m calling Miguel who does the other neighbor’s lawn!
Actually, when hubby got home and stopped laughing, I did eventually finish the lawn and Rich said he was looking forward to me cutting the back….like the neighbors or HOA can see that…no bloody chance…I’m off to bake or iron or waste time on facebook-anything I know I can do!