Yesterday I went to Lowe’s. I went to the lawn care section with a big cart, I picked up an old school reel mower, and put it in my cart without help.
This afternoon I pulled it out of my car and into the yard, got a 10mm wrench out of my husband’s toolbox, and put the mower together by myself. Then I mowed the yard.
The neighbor boys laughed at me. I just smiled and waved – it was pretty funny. I was wearing a goofy hat and I had gotten the mower stuck in the gate.
The yard looks like a six-year-old with a Fisher Price bubble mower got to it.
Even my husband laughed as he noted a few spots I missed.
But I don’t care. Mowing the yard, however haphazardly I did it, is a victory for me. I’ve never done it before. I’ve never had to.
So today I did something that my lazy sack of crap excuse for a father never did in the entire 21 years I knew him. He said he was allergic to grass. Right. He wasn’t. He was just a lazy asshole. No matter how poor we ever were, he always found the money for lottery tickets, cable television, steak, and lawn care, among other frivolous things.
My mom would be proud of me. I wish I could tell her I mowed the yard.Monday April 28, 2008
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