Gary bought a new lawnmower last night. When he told me what he spent, I was aghast. But he chose it, and that's the way it is.
I used it today to finish the second half of the lawn that I began mowing yesterday. It is beautiful. It is awesome. I love this machine. A couple of times while I was out there mowing, a few tears of joy leaked down onto my cheeks. I am absolutely elated over this lawnmower. This is so worth the price-tag.
I didn't realize until this afternoon how horribly bumpy our yard is. Yes, I've known it's not smooth. But the chipmunks and the sandhill cranes have done quite a number on it this year, and it's wretched. Pushing a mower up and down the hills in our yard --especially over all the divots and hidey-holes-- takes a huge amount of effort. This new mower has rear-wheel drive that's variable based on how fast you want to walk. It is amazing. I mean, really, it is amazing.
We have been toying with the idea of moving into a condo in an old-folks' community. We have considered moving into the village (where the water is nasty and the neighbors are too close) just to have a smaller yard. We have considered hiring someone to do the mowing for us. After an hour with the new mower, all those [overwhelming and unwelcome] ideas are out the window. Even if this mower is cruddy and doesn't last, so that we would have to buy a new one every year, we are still way ahead financially over moving or hiring a lawn service. And it IS that easy -- the mower pushes itself, and all you have to do is walk along with it. No man-handling it. No trudging up hills. No fighting those blasted holes that the critters made in the yard.
If I can mow the yard in a day by myself and not be completely wasted by it (as opposed to spending ALL my energy for three days every time I mowed), I might have time to do wild and crazy things. I could work on overseeding parts of the yard. I could clean house. I could do more projects at church. I could tackle the mess in the basement. I could [gasp] read a story???!
I love this mower.