It's summer, and since people often take up new things at the new year, or in spring, I figured it was just about time for procrastination to curl up in the backseat and read comics for a while.
That left me free to try some new things, like entering a life of more physical activity (more than none is lots!) and taking charge of our lawn.
A few weeks ago, I had the bold plan to go out, buy a mower, and take care of the lawn, all in one swell foop. It didn't matter that I hadn't bother to mention this to Isaac, who is also my roommate. I'm a take-charge guy. I was gonna take care of this problem on my own, just like those guys in movies who do things alone (and have a fleet of assistants, makeup and hair professionals, agents, and lawyers leaping to their side as soon as the assistant director hollers "CUT!")
I'm just like those guys, so it took me totally by surprise when Isaac was interested in taking care of the lawn too and wanted to be part of the decision-making process. Oops. In the end, a fleet of tornados working for a guy called only Dan swept across our yard for $40, mowing, edging, and trimming the whole thing in 15 minutes.
But time marches on, and seems inevitably to lead to the growth of the green stuff that for some reason has the same name as marijuana, even though it has no mind-altering properties (that I've noticed).
Suddenly, two worlds collided in my brain. (Yes, it hurt, but I wrote more lyrics new tune "Awesome" in a parking lot, so it's okay.) If I bought a reel push lawn mower, I could mow the lawn AND get good exercise pushing the darn thing around.
So, now I'm the proud owner of a 16" Scotts Elite lawn mower with no engine. I mowed the front lawn this evening, and I'll get the back tomorrow. And it's awesome! I'm hot, and sweaty, I'm having a low blood-sugar reaction, and I'm very very happy.
"Amish style. Are you turning Amish?" as the woman in the major chain store asked her platinum-blond potential customer. Yes Rebecca, if this is what it means to be Amish, I'm in Amish Paradise.