I have kept it no secret that I love to mow laws.
Getting
that off my chest is quite liberating this morning.
This year, our mower bit the dust. We bit our pride and are borrowing our friends (our other neighbors) lawn mower that is a
HOSS. It is a huge zero turn Scag Turf Tiger, "the beast" known by most men. I love it. Not a competitor by nature, except against myself, I am happy to report that with "the beast" I am able to shave off several minutes off my normal mowing time. Just sayin'.
Perhaps it is my "OCD" nature.
Or something I can cross off my list. (another favorite past-time)
Regardless of the reason, I believe I have found another kindred spirit in this same "hobby" right next door.....
Let me start off by saying, this guy is the NICEST guy. Helpful. Hardworking.
Obsesive Lawn-mowing: on a regular basis. Not talking of his bathroom habits, or his other hobbies since I am not
THAT nosey of a neighbor. But EVERY Friday or Saturday, weather permitting, this guy is on the job.
Now you also know that I love my man. If we lived in Biblical times I am POSITIVE he would be an elder among the city gates. I mean, he has the wisdom, some mad skilz, all around great guy, and gray hair to boot! Not trying to throw him into mid-life-crisis here, but just throwing out some bragging love.
He KNOWS how non-competitive I am, due to the competitive nature in himself. BUT, he also knows that I love people and their quirks, along with my curious streak a mile long. So last week he casually suggests that the neighbor guy is trying to race me to get the lawn mowed. Something he has been observing for some time.
I assured him it wasn't so, b/c this guy mows on Fridays or Saturdays, etc. So I decide to exert my curious self and do a little test project.
I mowed on MONDAY.
I kid you not, I wasn't on the mower 20 mins. when his garage door yawns open and here he comes "decked" out in all his equipment and lawn-mowing splendor.....TO MOW THE YARD. I just couldn't let it rest. It was GAME ON from there. I was determined to figure this out...
And I got a flat tire.
Not just any flat, but a SLICE....need I remind you that this is NOT our mower???? I had to stop half way, limp the thing into the garage, and my awesome man got the tire off and into my car for the tire-fix-it-man.
A curious thing happened.
THE GUY STOPPED MOWING. For real. Half-way done, he drove his own zero-turn into the garage as if to taunt me and/or try to even the score. Like he KNEW what I was doing.
You know I couldn't just let this go.
The tire got fixed.
I myself, put it back on, found my own pair of ear-muff-wear and safety goggles...and fired that baby up. I just HAD to see if this guy was seriously racing me.
UPON MY WORD....He drove by almost 10 mins. later in his car, with his face pressed against the drivers side window, pulls into his driveway............and gets on his lawn mower.
By this time, I am trying to pretend that I am not watching him, and that I am not completely tickled with my discovery.
I am sure he had to have noticed that I donned the extra protective wear, not to poke fun, but to even the score. Since he stopped at half way the day before, and if he really saw this as a race, why not have a little fun with it?
I finished first.
It was GAME OVER.....this week.
But I was more tickled by the watching the whole thing unfold, and confirming what my man suspected.
I salute you Mr. "Trying-to-race-the-neighbor-lady-to-get-her-lawn-mowed-while-wearing-safety-glasses-ear-muffs-and-a-smile-guy".
You're the best.
And you made my day.