We have a saying in our family that I often use when things get too complicated for me and/or are outside my jurisdiction: “I drive.” It means, “I don’t know about that,” or “I can’t do anything about that.” As in, Scott decides which route we are going to take, but I drive. I really like driving, especially on long trips. Driving is very relaxing for me.
Today I added another phrase: “I push.” It means that when Andrew turned on the riding mower (which was serviced at Doc’s Mowers for a cost of over $250 a few weeks ago because its drive belt fell off and mere mortals can’t put the drive belt on – but we did have them replace the blades and do the annual tune-up while they had it – and when we got it back ten days ago and Scott used it for 30 minutes the drive belt fell off again – and Doc had it for over a WEEK this time, putting a drive belt on it – and it came home yesterday afternoon and Josiah used it for his part of the yard and it was fine, thank goodness) . . . As I was saying, when Andrew backed the rider out of the lawn building this afternoon to do his part of the mowing, the drive belt fell off and I told him that he’d have to do his part of the yard with the (brand new – thank you, Scott!) push mower, he said he refused to do it with the push mower. And Jessica and Josiah are both sick and Katie’s on the road, and Scott had said it needed to be done by Wednesday night, so I said, “Fine. If you won’t do your lawn chore, I will do it and I will get the pay you would normally receive for doing it. And while I do your mowing, you will do my cleaning chores.” And thus did it happen.
I will confess that it was very hot and I thought several times that I might fall over, but I endured to the end and successfully push mowed our back yard (approximately one-half acre) in the blazing sun at the hottest part of the day.
I push.
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