I’ve been looking at the grass for a little over a week now and could not see a way out of mowing. Thank goodness for dumb luck. I crushed the old-fashioned reel mower challenge today.
I grew up using a reel mower. I never had a power mower until Sena and I bought our first house and, things being what they were, the grass there had not been mowed in a long while. I had to get after it with a weed wacker and not the gas-powered kind.
My neighbor saw me and kindly lent me his power mower. I bought my own but after we moved we never owned another one. Most of the time we hired a lawn care service. They got expensive and I bought a reel mower.
Most of the time during my medical training and after I was working full time as a consultation-liaison psychiatrist in an academic medical center, Sena just took over the mowing during the week. I did the edging around the driveway and sidewalks on weekends.
I have a renewed respect for Sena’s stamina and strength. Initially, she was unsure about my techniques. In fact, I thought I would have to throw in the towel and get a power mower—maybe even today.
In fact, our neighbor offered to let us borrow his electric mower. He looked worried about us. Maybe we looked a little frail.
I had the usual stock excuses for my less than yeoman job at first on lawn mowing: it’s the season’s first mow, I’m a rookie, the mower was reverse engineered from alien technology, I forgot to bury a dead frog under a full moon, and so on.
However, by some miracle I managed to pull it off. Sena ended up calling it a “beautiful job,” even better than the lawn care crew who use those big stand-behind power mowers and always seem to cut the grass too short. She told me I could say that.
I did other lawn care jobs the old-fashioned way, including edging using a rotary manual edger and worked with a hand clipper. Sena did the watering which always makes manual edging easier and offering helpful advice (“Missed a spot!”). Actually, because we worked in the yard together, it turned out to be a pretty nice old-fashioned way to spend a Saturday morning.
Nope, nope, nope. Just kidding—at least for now. Old-fashioned manual lawn care is in our foreseeable future unless of course there is a mysterious, unpredictable accident with the reel mower rendering it permanently and completely disabled through absolutely no fault of mine but possibly due to a conspiracy by government agents attempting to create a cover story for the public about top secret negotiations with aliens trying to sell us upgraded weather balloons.