In case you have forgotten… I am a rock star.
However, the more accurate statement would be, “Because I have forgotten, spring is a great time to remind myself that I am a rock star.”
Semantics, whatev.
So, you wanna know what I just did? Well hold on to yer pants, I’m about to tell you.
I just weeded the front lawn with my spiffy tool. It is this thing you step on: it digs into the ground, grabs the weed, and you pull it right out. Pretty rad (chemical free) and exercise-inducing tool.
Upon digging out the weeds, I have taken notice that my grass IS rather long. And it’s still light out.
I decide that perhaps I should mow. First I have to find the lawn mower. Okay, it’s in the garage, and I can see it back in the corner there. It’s right under there, beneath the boxes. And the keg. And the snowblower. Heh.
So, I start moving shit around. Probably one of the most challenging parts was lifting the snowblower up and over the lawn mower. But I did it, and I didn’t break anything! I pulled that mower right on out of there, and the next challenge was to figure out how to get her started. This is a fun challenge every time.
There’s a fuel lock. And now that I’m typing this, I recall I didn’t turn it when I put the mower back… Something to think about next time I’m in the garage. Fuel lock turned one direction, check. Hold down both bars on the handle, check. Pull. Nothing. Pull again two or three times. Is there fuel? Check. There’s fuel; of course it’s from last fall, but who the hell’s counting??
Eventually this mother started. I was slightly appalled to discover last fall’s grass in the bad, but… I emptied. So I figure that I should go bag-less and let the clippings get on the lawn. Yunno, recycle the clippings. Except that with the bag off, all of the clippings fly right at me. I concede to using the bag and was quite pleased when none of the clippings ended in the bag anyway.
I tackled my lawn, which had grown to more than a foot in some areas. And now it’s all nice and even. Probably an inch or two. Such is. I even did the strip of grass on the south of the driveway– and then I hand watered everything. I wonder if I can keep the lawn green by hand watering for 5-10 minutes every night. Thoughts??? It sure would save water compared to turning on the sprinkler and letting it run for half an hour…
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May 10th, 2008 at 2:16 am
Would you like to cut my grass…lol. Honestly, my sis and I just moved into our house and we don’t have a lawn mower yet…one of the pitfalls of apartment living for too long. Our neighbors nice enough to cut ours but we’re getting a lawn mower or weed wacker next month. As for sprinklers, we don’t have that either. I usually just turn the hose on and water the grass that way. Haven’t had to do that in a few weeks because of the non-stop rain.
May 10th, 2008 at 2:54 am
Nice job digging the mower out of the garage Ash! The more you water the grass the sooner you get to do it all again!
May 10th, 2008 at 8:05 am
When I woke up this morning, I concluded that mowing my lawn MUST be good for me– my whole body is sore: my legs, butt, abdomen, back, arms… I should do it EVERY DAY!!!
Heh. Okay, no. I don’t have time for that, but it was cool to think I got a work out in there without even thinking I was working out. I even raised my heart rate because the grass was so thick and I have a hill to climb up in my front yard…