The soothing sound of a power mower
Yes, you read the title correctly. At around noon today I was enjoying the soothing sound of a power mower roaring around in my yard. I never thought I’d say it, but it truly was music to my ears.
A few days ago, already in a lousy mood, I called and fired the man who’d been doing my yard every year for the last five years or so. Everyone on the block started mowing as early as the first of April, but my guy hadn’t shown up and hadn’t called. So three or four weeks ago I called the only number I have for him and left a message (I never get anything but his voicemail) asking when he was coming and saying I hoped to see him the next weekend. No response. No appearance.
About 10 days ago I called again and asked that he please call me and let me know if or when he was coming so I’d know if had to find someone else. Still no response.
So a couple of days ago I left another message for him. Rather brusque. I don’t do brusque very well but was angry and emboldened by talking to his machine instead of him. In a few words more than were necessary, I’m sure, I told him he was fired. It felt great to be rid of him, especially since I’d wanted to do it several times in the past for similar reasons. (Mowing was not his primary job; it was just additional income.) Of course panic immediately ensued because I don’t know a soul on the block and had no idea at all about where to find someone else.
It’s been rainy for about a week (with more to come and possible snow this weekend), and Lawn Doctor has already been out here twice this season. And the grass had gotten a head start because it was left too long last fall. My little yard, the only one on the block not yet mowed, looked like heaven on a plate for grazing animals. Six to eight inches of gorgeous, lush green weed-free grass.
Then this morning I heard a mower on the street behind me and could see a red pickup in approximately the same place. A lawn mowing service maybe? With more rain imminent, this was an intrepid crew!
I rushed to get dressed and drove around the block as fast as I could. Yes! A truck, a trailer full of mowing equipment, and a man edging the freshly mowed yard! Turned out he was the same man I’d seen in the past working down the street. And he lives just a couple of blocks away. A neighbor. We talked briefly, exchanged some information, struck up a deal, and thirty minutes later he was hard at work in my yard.
Ah, sweet music, the melody of the mower.