So you may remember that I’ve had a rather love-hate relationship with my lawnmower. Of all the gadgets I’ve acquired to help me maintain a house, the lawnmower has been the one that has made me curse the most. Seriously. And I don’t curse. (Well, unless you count what I say under my breath as the jump rope keeps biting me when I miss double unders.)
Until last summer. The thing just up and died on me with the back yard half mowed. I probably kicked the thing, thought about saying a few choice words, slammed a door or two, and probably popped a blood vessel from being angry–at an inanimate object. But there you go. That’s how my lawnmower affected me.
At a loss as to where to go to get a lawnmower fixed and not wanting my neighbors to be ashamed to live next door to the house with a jungle for a yard, I hired a lawn mowing service to mow my yard for the rest of the summer.
And then they had to keep coming this year because my sick little lawnmower was still caput. But the thing was, I was enjoying not having to mow my lawn. I didn’t miss struggling with my mower. I didn’t miss the dirt blowing into my eyes and nose and getting sopping wet with sweat from walking back and forth across the yard in searing heat. I liked coming home and seeing my yard neatly mowed and edged.
But then I started thinking about all the money I was paying to have my yard mowed when I am perfectly capable of doing it myself, except that my lawnmower had pooped out on me. My independence won out and I found a mobile small engine repair service to come and smack my ornery lawnmower into compliance.
Only there was no smacking it into compliance. After an hour in the repair man’s mobile fix-it trailer, he gives me the word. “I think its had it.”
I felt strangely sad. This lawnmower and I had gone 9 rounds every spring for the last 10 years, and as mad as that thing made me, it mowed my lawn neatly. So I watched the man put my frenemy into his trailer and haul it away to the lawnmower graveyard.
So now I am lawnmower-less and trying to decide what to do. Do I continue paying to have my lawn mowed or do I buy another lawnmower, command dominance over it, and spend time every week outside in the blazing heat to keep the grass under the control?
Oh, the trials of being single!
But, seriously, all jest and joking aside, these situations are some of the hardest for me as a single gal. Sometimes it would be nice to have someone to bounce ideas off and to talk through decisions with. But that’s not my present reality, so I’m just kicking my options back and forth, arguing with myself, weighing the pros and cons, evaluating my priorities. Is having more time to do other things more important? Or is freeing up finances most important? ARGH….
Talk to me:
What would you do? Buy a lawnmower or pay for lawn service?