We had a fun-filled weekend in Kansas and it wore us smooth out. I drove all the way home while Adam slept, and planned to take a cat nap when we got home, but started waking up once we pulled in the drive. So I decided to go ahead and start mowing, which is a chore at our house.
After putting away about an 1/8 of the mowing I had to get the ramps out, pull the mower up on them and scrape out all the grass stuck in under the deck, while I was pouring sweat with flies all over me.
I was mowing down by the creek and got stuck, first time I have ever got stuck in the mower. Now Adam is another story, that guy gets stuck about twice every time he mows. That may have been a little bit of an exaggeration, but he's been stuck several times. So I had to go wake him up from his peaceful nap to come help pull me out. I was stuck by the creek, down a steep embankment.
Then I began the rest of the yard. There are several steep areas that have to be mowed at our house. Sometimes I tend to get a little too ballsy when it comes to getting the job done. I had already made two trips up the pond dam, which is pretty steep. I normally get a run at it but this one time I went down the dam, immediately turned around at the bottom and proceeded to head straight back up it, bad decision. I about did a back flip on the mower, about peed my pants, about had a heart attack and about drove into the pond all in 10 seconds. I got about half way up the dam and the mower decides to start to lean backwards, further and further, I was at about a 90 angle, so far back that the deck lifted up and the pin fell out! So I leaned forward, gave it a little gas so I wasn't stuck on this steep dam, but not too much to go ahead and flip it, barely made it up the hill, then the speed caught up with me and I almost drove into the pond. I stopped, looked around to make sure no one saw that fiasco, then took a DEEP breath, and went on about my business.
Last year I mowed almost every time, because I LOVE to mow. Adam has been mowing the past several times, and I didn't know that he was neglecting a certain area across the creek. I got over there and saw the 4 plus foot tall johnson grass and knew I had my work cut out for me. I had to raise the deck as high as it would go, and make four passes, yes I said four. And it STILL needs to be mowed again.
After four hours of mowing, I had two, 10 yard strips left and I ran out of gas. I was so worn out I left the mower there and walked back to the house, very slow and lackadaisical like. I looked like someone brushed me with honey and rolled me in grass clippings.
I'm pretty sure I still have grass in my hair.
That mower has almost bucked me off twice now. Every piece of equipment at the house has a name, however the mower hasn't been named yet. I'm taking it upon myself to name it the killer bee. Because it's yellow, and because it's a feisty buckin little son of a gun!
That was my worse ever day of mowing, and I love to mow. But, like I said, my worse day of mowing is better than my best day at work.
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