lawnmower man

2 points to comment on the literary reference of the title.  10 points if  you’ve actually read it.

So, I’m not much of a lawn man.  I don’t think I’m very good at it.  Growing up, I had horrible allergies that got me out of having to mow the lawn or take care of a lawnmower, so I never learned how to do those things.

I’m not sure exactly how much i grew out of those allergies, because sometimes I feel like a big old pile of wheezing, snot-filled, pile of crap when I finish, but now, as a home owner, it’s my job.

It’s not that I even hate it so much.  Sometimes, I kind of like it.  Except for the allergies part.  And the getting hot, sweaty, dirty part.  But on a nice cool day, when i remember to take my wal-zer, it’s kind of nice.

So, my mom gave me this electric mower.  It’s older and upon looking into getting a new battery for it, I found out there had been a recall.  So, in getting the recall taken care of, I think I pretty much got a whole new engine. (awesome!)

I dig it because I don’t have to worry about gas/oil/exhaust/smell which eliminates one of the things that I don’t like about mowing: the getting dirty/maintaining part.

The problem is that it’s not that powerful.  I can’t even really get over my whole front yard (which is not huge) without it really struggling.  I don’t know if this is simply because I have thick grass and because Arkansas is a Sub-tropical climate (see, i’m learning something in AR history class that I’m TEACHING) that makes the grass almost always wet to some degree.    And the mower really doesn’t like wet.

There are times that I definitely would hire the lawnmower man (again, literary reference) given the opportunity.