On Sunday I mowed my yard.
Big deal- right?
It is for me. Let me give you a rundown of my attempts to mow this approximately half acre of land.
But first I have to take you back to my youth.
When I was around 14-years-old my Dad thought it was time I learned to drive the riding lawn mower. My sister, who is two years younger, had already been mowing for a few years. So on a hot summer afternoon Dad gave me a brief overview of the gears and such.
Convinced I had learned what I needed to know in that five-minute lesson Dad stepped back and told me to start the engine, which I did. Then I jumped a gear backing into a tree. In my panic I then shoved the mower into first gear and ran over Dad’s foot.
Now there were very few times in my life Dad lost his temper with me- this was one of them.
And I can’t say that I blame him. Not only did I dent a relatively new riding mower, take a chunk of a Magnolia tree, I ran over his foot.
Needless to say after that I was relegated to pushing a mower.
After I purchased my current home a friend gave me a riding mower. I am sure she had no idea that she had just handed me loaded gun.
So after buying a battery and getting the K-Pro 42’ inch cut, 16 horsepower, a tune up I was ready.
That was last summer. Then my family decided to take care of the yard for several reasons I won’t go into now.
But this summer I was determined to mow that yard.
Another few tweaks to the mower and I was ready. In fact my ex-husband even came to help one afternoon.
I mowed for a while then he mowed for a while.
When I got back on the old K-Pro I was feeling so confident I even pushed it into second gear. Yes I was a real daredevil. But a few minutes into the round I smelled something burning. Determined to finish the yard I ignored the smell. Then I saw a cloud of white smoke rolling out from under the mower.
I had burnt a belt off one of the deck pulleys.
I parked the mower and considered buying a few goats.
I wish that were the end of the story.
Around two weeks after that my sister took pity on me and my yard that had turned into a hayfield. In an act of compassion she brought her riding mower to my house.
The next afternoon I started the engine and away I went- briefly.
Yes- you guessed it misfortune struck again. This time the deck pulley froze up.
By this time my carport was looking like a lawn mower graveyard.
At any rate some belts, deck pulleys and a fixed gas line- don’t ask- later I was ready. So on Sunday I mowed my yard.
In fact my oldest son even volunteered to push mow some of it.
I know my neighbors were glad to see I had cut the grass. And I’m sure they are thrilled to know that goat plan is on the backburner for now.
But there is always next week.