I finished my eight-week beginning French class last week and it’s just begun to sink in that I finally did something I had been wanting to do, but was afraid to, since high school which to younger people nowadays was before electricity was invented. Or so I’ve been told.
It wasn’t like I thought about little else but learning French over those forty-five years. I probably wouldn’t have thought of it at all, perhaps never again in my lifetime, had I not received a continuing education class catalog in the mail from Clark College. I love that catalog. The new one comes out this week and I’m signing up for the second French language class. That thought hasn’t sunk in yet either. Or maybe it has and while I’m not listening, my head is softly whispering, “WTF are you doing?”
Anyway, I’m taking the second class and that’s all there is to that.
Another nice change: I’ve successfully lobbied for and won the right to purchase a cordless lawn mower to replace our seventeen year old hand push reel mower that the man is unable to use anymore due to his MS. And I don’t have to pay for it out of my meager savings (unlike any class I want to take).
We bought that reel mower for ninety-nine dollars in the year 2000 and it perfectly fit our dinky-small peanut-shaped lawn, the only grass on the property. Took him one minute and seventeen seconds to mow that lawn back in the day when he wasn’t a wobbly weeble. Took me four minutes to do the same just last summer. The handle has always been set to fit his six foot six inch height and he never saw the importance of lowering it for me, since he was THE lawn mower here, key word being “was.”
Nowadays, I fertilize on a good schedule (every major holiday) and during the March-October growing season, I mow two times a week so the grass won’t get too tall for me to push that reel mower through. I edge and rake and sweep/hose down the cement after. I hand aerate twice a year with a poky metal stick and this spring, I’m going to attempt dethatching, also by hand/rake because he broke last year’s promise to do it, naturally. In the meantime, he sits in the house. He never really was an outdoor guy, so I’ve learned.
I’ve researched cordless lawn mowers half to death and so has he, and compared to paying someone once a week for a year to mow and edge and rake the clippings out of the bark mulch, a five hundred dollar mower ends up being a few hundred dollars less. That cost has taken me a few months to swallow. But I’m not going with a gas mower. No way, no how. I’m going with an Ego self-propelled cordless mower, last year’s model which is two hundred dollars less right at the moment, and I couldn’t be happier.
Yes, there are less expensive cordless mowers out there. Yes, I’ve read every last thing I could find on each one. No, I’m not changing my mind.
Now, if it would just stop raining so we can get someone to come find the leak in our fountain. And if he would just try to get up the motivation to replace the leaky gasket in our master bath shower, I might not have to spend time on YouTube learning to become a plumber, too.