I was going to post about me today. I like to cut the grass, but my allergies have never been appreciative of that task. About three years ago we got a riding lawn mower and our push mower died. I have not cut the grass since.
I love driving a manual car, so Jason is baffled why I have not been willing to use the riding lawn mower. Granted, the first hand-me-down riding mower we got you had to jump from the car to get it started - definitely not for me. The most recent hand-me-down riding mower we got is much easier to run.
Jason doesn't typically work on Saturdays, but he was doing a side job today. And it has rained a lot. And our grass has not been cut in awhile. And I think the neighbors were beginning to talk.
So, I decided to go for it! And it went fine. I told Jason I hoped no neighbors were you-tubing me and laughing at the lady across the street with a lot of kids that drove the lawn mower at speed 1. But, actually, I did make it up to speed 4 (out of 6).
I didn't do the edges or around the tree because I didn't feel like fighting the roots of the tree or fighting the curb and being the cause of a bent mower blade. When Jason got home, he was going to do the "detail" work, but instead, on a whim, he let Tavis take over.
And he did great!