Mowing the lawn: it’s a man’s job, isn’t it? OK! Before y’all jump down my neck about “isms” and such, don’t. Please, just don’t. That’s all I can say.
LAWNS I HAVE MOWED
- NOT the birthplace. That was Dad’s job, and then the chore may or may have not been passed along to a brother. I do know that it was my job to trim the edges by hand. No biggie.
- First home I bought with The Cowboy. I mowed. We had a next-best-thing to antique gas-powered mower that thankfully had a drive so that I didn’t have to push the brute. We had a half-acre to keep. Where was hubby? Good question.
- Second home I bought with The Cowboy was a 50-acre hobby farm. Of course most of it was in pasture, but still. The task to caring for the lawn fell to moi. Hubby? Question answered: playing cowboy.
- Third (and last) home with The Cowboy. Again, c’est moi. But this time it was a manageable yard – it took about 30 minutes with a rotary mower powered by elbow grease. Or I suppose I should say ankle grease. I hired a neighbourhood kid once or twice. Not because I couldn’t find the time, but because I resented the job.
- Fourth lawn was in London. It was set on a little postage stamp of a lot and easy-peasy to mow. No problem. I was living on my own at this point.
- Fifth home, living with The Performer. Unfortunately, performance did not extend to yard work. Or any other domestic labours, as it turned out.
- Of the several yards that The One and I maintained, we shared the chore while we were together. The One was incredibly industrious. Pathologically industrious. Which is all the more mystifying because when it came to the upkeep of the one-acre hobby farm while we waited for the sale of the house to close, he claimed that it was too emotionally difficult to return to the scene. Boo hoo.
- Current home. The house sits on a 100 x 200 meter expanse of lawn. The Rebound felt it necessary to buy a riding mower. After we split, I sold the mower to my friend who has five acres to maintain. I continued to mow by a gas-powered unit that had rear-wheel drive. It’s mostly uphill around here. Both ways. It’s true!!
This brings us up to date and to me, sitting here at my computer waiting for the sun to move behind the trees so that I can mow the lawn in the late-afternoon shade. But only the rear. I refuse, childishly, to mow the entire lawn.
I think I have some issues.
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