Adventures in Lawn Care - Part Two
Posted: August 10 08, 7:09 pm
I tell this to possibly help others if they are faced with a similiar situation. Let me start by saying that if my Dad doesn't get out of the hospital soon, he is not going to have any working lawn equipment left.
It's a nice day, the grass needs to be cut and the weed eater has disappeared (I can see it in pieces in the weeds, but no one else knows where to look - don't worry I'm replacing it), so it's time to mount the riding lawn mower and take a ride. How hard can it be right? I drive a car, I've driven a golf cart, and I've perched on the back of a few motorcycles in my day. A lawn mower is slow, piece of cake. Right! The ipod is cranking and I'm off. About an hour into it, I'm thinking I'm pretty good at this. Until......a bug flies down my top, I look down to get it out and a tree branch wacks me in the face. Both of these are bad enough, but it gets better. It happened really fast, but seemed like slow motion. You see, there was this hill with a little ditch thing and in my panic frenzy of bugs and branches, I headed into the ditch at a bad angle. I could feel what was going to happen, but couldn't do anything to stop it. That's right, I rolled the riding lawn mower. I kinda crawled/ran to get away from it (lucky it cuts off when your behind leaves the seat so the motor was off). In my, again frenzy, to get away I didn't get my balance good and kinda fell/rolled right onto a tree stump. I landed as if I was jumping onto a horse to ride it, if you get my drift. The lawn mower guy came out to get it back on it's tires, of course all the male neighbors were out to offer their assistance in extracting myself from my new boyfriend. I'm officially retiring from lawn work.
It's a nice day, the grass needs to be cut and the weed eater has disappeared (I can see it in pieces in the weeds, but no one else knows where to look - don't worry I'm replacing it), so it's time to mount the riding lawn mower and take a ride. How hard can it be right? I drive a car, I've driven a golf cart, and I've perched on the back of a few motorcycles in my day. A lawn mower is slow, piece of cake. Right! The ipod is cranking and I'm off. About an hour into it, I'm thinking I'm pretty good at this. Until......a bug flies down my top, I look down to get it out and a tree branch wacks me in the face. Both of these are bad enough, but it gets better. It happened really fast, but seemed like slow motion. You see, there was this hill with a little ditch thing and in my panic frenzy of bugs and branches, I headed into the ditch at a bad angle. I could feel what was going to happen, but couldn't do anything to stop it. That's right, I rolled the riding lawn mower. I kinda crawled/ran to get away from it (lucky it cuts off when your behind leaves the seat so the motor was off). In my, again frenzy, to get away I didn't get my balance good and kinda fell/rolled right onto a tree stump. I landed as if I was jumping onto a horse to ride it, if you get my drift. The lawn mower guy came out to get it back on it's tires, of course all the male neighbors were out to offer their assistance in extracting myself from my new boyfriend. I'm officially retiring from lawn work.
