I need to get my mind off the traumatic events of the last 24 hours and so here is a totally random post...
Jamie had rotator cuff surgery last Wednesday and is laid up for a few weeks. And after the drama mentioned in my last post, I find myself reorganizing my life, setting my own family first (as it should be), and taking on unfamiliar jobs such as mowing the lawn.
I have never mowed the lawn before. I have claimed ignorance all of my married life and it's been working for me. But, today, it had to be done. The grass was so embarrasingly long that I was ready to harvest and start beating the chaff out of it to see if it could eventually be useful in making bread. Anyway, out came the mower. Geez, that thing is heavy! I rolled it onto the patio and pulled the heck out of that dumb cord. And do you know what happened? NOTHING. Then, I heard Jamie from the living room, "Honey!?" I go inside the house, "Yes?" "There's a red button on the side of the mower that puts gas in it so it will start when you pull the cord." "Ok, thanks." So, out the door I go, push the button a few times, and pull the cord. Nothing. Hmmm. From the living room I hear, "Honey?!" Inside the house I go, "Yes?" There's a thin handle on top you have to pull in when you pull the cord. "Oh. Ok, thanks." Yes, that did the trick and I was off. I figured mowing couldn't be much different from vacuuming and it wasn't. But, there were so many ladybugs on the grass and I was worried for them. I didn't want to chop them to bits. So, Silas worked beside me, rescuing ladybugs while I pushed the big red mower. Do you think Jamie will ever mow again? I have a feeling it has just become one of my new jobs. I thought mowing was incredibly relaxing. Or maybe it was just what I needed to take my mind off of the great Oksana fiasco. A train wreck would feel relaxing after that. Wait! Wasn't I trying to take my mid off of this very subject?! Ugh!
Save the ladybugs! They really are cute little things.