I am woman, hear me mow!
With homeownership comes home maintenance. I bought my house at October’s end so it has been a solid five months since my grass had seen the underbelly of a lawn mower. You can imagine how out of control it was. Not only was I embarrassed by the condition of my front lawn, I was afraid that guests would get lost in the thickness of my yard if they were to veer off the path of the sidewalk.
Not wanting to lose anymore friends, I sought out neighbors for the number of their lawn guy. The lawn guy quoted me $45. The feminist in me could do it herself. The shopper in me made a beeline for Home Depot for a shiny red lawn mower, on credit of course (because the good people at the IRS let me know that the good people at H+R Block failed to inform me that I needed to mail in some pertinent forms before they’ll even think about handing over any $8000 tax credits. And so I wait another 6-8 weeks).
Home to assemble my new toy and take it for a spin. It took a good two hours for me to tame down my lawn. Mostly due to my recently discovered grass allergy slowing me down. I rewarded myself with a refreshing Benadryll cocktail, sipping it from my front porch, proud of myself for completing the first of many lawn cuttings.