I think it would be fair to say that the Big Giraffe (BG) and I are not known for our yard work skills. Actually on second thought, it probably is fair to say that we are known for our yard work skills; our lack of yard work skills that is. Unfortunately for our neighbors, that is something that we apparently have in common with the two sets of homeowners who preceded us. (Also, similar to us, the woman in each of those families had kept her own name and the husband had been Jewish. I don't know of any stereotypes that this supports, but it is seems interesting to me.)
Our lawn was in desperate need of a mowing. (Yes, our trusty lawnmower had yet to make its 2007 debut on our property.) BG dragged it out of the shed and began to cut the lawn. He got the whole side of the house done, and was halfway through the section immediately in front of our house. Suddenly there was a terrible sound. The top of the lawn mower had pivoted off and was hanging at an odd angle. (BG quipped that he was trying to follow the trend pioneered by razor companies to make blades with pivoting heads. All I know was that there was a lot of lawn still un-mowed.)
After BG accepted my request and consulted with our handier neighbor to confirm that in fact once the motor housing cracks on a self-propelled gas mower, replacement is the best option, he went off to Home Depot and returned with a new lawnmower. This one works much better. I have a couple theories for this. It could be that it's because it's a newer and much better model than our old mower. It could be that this is the first time in 5 years that the lawn has been cut by a lawnmower with a sharp blade. It could be that BG gets more adept at mowing each year, and is setting a new standard this year. Either way, the lawn has been mowed. My eyes got a little misty.
BG then surprised me even further. He finally removed our Christmas lights from our house! Then it really became difficult to keep my eyes dry. After all, it is only May 26. Last year, my brother-in-law accidentally turned the lights on when he was helping us out during our younger son's birth in June. To lose a month of holiday spirit really touches me, and I always get a little teary eyed when the Christmas season is finally over.
A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: Every family celebrates the holidays in their own way and in their own time.Labels: Humor (at least Attempted) |