Speed Mowing

There was a window of time.

I glanced at our lawn and sighed.

“It has to be way too wet,” I thought.

The forecast is for a couple more days of heavy rain.

“I’m going to have to cut the lawn with a sickle,” I said.

We had dinner and then we heard it…

…the neighbor was mowing her lawn.

“Should I mow the lawn?” I asked.

“No,” Kathy said. “Maybe Sam can do it tomorrow.”

“It’s going to rain tomorrow,” I said.

I turned to Ollie.

“You want to mow?”

That was a stupid question.

Ollie is always up for mowing. 

He gets a ball and figures out my back and forth pattern, and he drops it where I can grab it and throw it for him.

I’m now doing aerobic, speed, football mowing.

The whole thing only takes an hour to push mow it, but it bothers my low back, probably from picking up the ball and throwing it.

We finished it up.

I was a sweaty mess and Ollie was struggling to get his breathing under control.

“At least he’ll be tired,” Kathy said.

Yeah.

Ten minutes later he was back with kangaroo.

He’s not resting.

But at least the lawn is done.

Now it can rain for another 48 hours….

…so much fun.