It is Saturday morning, 6 August 2022. I am quietly sitting in my recliner couch, Freya sitting beside me, Rosy perched on my shin bone. (Just as I typed that, Rosy jumped off… she must’ve smelled something stackable in the kitchen).
Today is going to be a mowing day. After work yesterday, I loaded up the diesel containers and got them filled up, careful to wipe any fuel off the exterior of the vessels before I put them back in my trusty old Ford Flex that I affectionately refer to as Ruby. Once home, I got the little tractor topped off, and I know I have some regular gasoline for the other riding lawn mower. The battery for the little electric mower that we only use in the fenced-in side yard is on the charger… but I have to confess, after a couple of hours on the big riding units, my enthusiasm for walking behind a push mower will have waned.
I just know I need to get out there and get going on it. I have a book ready to go on my phone, and my Boze headphones are on the charger. I’ll break out the Camelbak and get it loaded with ice water – I just have to remember to not “lean back” into the chair when I’m on the tractor – I’ve had a back covered in ice water after I ruptured the water bladder before. Doesn’t happen on the smaller riding mower, as the seat back doesn’t go up that high.
Currently wondering about mowing strategy. Big mower first, or smaller?
Bigger…
There is something I kind of like about riding around on that little tractor… although I do have to be cautious about where I place that bucket on the front.
Maybe I can get a 21-year-old young man to help me out mowing today…
I’m going to go get started. Sitting on my butt doesn’t get the work done.
I hope the world is treating you better than you deserve.
Peace y’all.
