When I wrote yesterday’s blog, I started with an idea in mind, but as I typed, something else took over and changed the ending a bit. The story about my grandfather was supposed to lead up to what originally inspired that blog. Instead, it turned into how I came to love motorcycles. Good or bad you ask? Bonus, I say.
What I was originally going to write was how as a kid, my grandfather worked on small engines. We would test them out and make sure they would work before he called the owners and let them know they were fixed. The rest of the story was true, but not where I had originally wanted to go with it. Here is what I was going to write before I got sidetracked…
My grandfather was very specific about how we mowed the lawn. He had a system that cut the yard into four sections. He wanted us to go in a certain direction, never blowing the grass towards the house or the pool. I thought it was a little wacky as a kid, but now that I am grown up (well, that’s still questionable) I have my own system when I cut the grass, sort of like he did. I always cut it in a different direction each time. I usually chose a diagonal pattern across the yard, and the following week, I will do the same, but from the other corner of the yard so they intersect. I know, riveting stuff, but I do have a point!
As kids, we lived in an old farm house with acres and acres of land and a ridiculously long driveway. We had so much grass that we actually used two riding mowers to cut it. One of my brothers would use one and I would use the other. It was quite the task, but we got it done.
The point I am trying to make is that I never got tired of mowing the lawn. I hear people all the time saying how much they hate doing it, and it’s such a pain in the butt. I personally love doing it. I take great pride in making sure the lawn looks good. It makes me feel like I have accomplished something. There’s nothing like finishing the lawn and looking out the window to see how great it looks and the diagonal lines in brilliant green.
The reason I wrote this is to ask you a question – What chore or task did you have growing up that you love still? Which one do you hate?
See you soon!
P.S. Please check out Rose’s blog today. Her friend’s daughter has leukemia and they are doing a fundraiser for her tomorrow, Friday the 21st.