Sunday, September 21, 2014

Day 248 ~ Full Throttle Torrent

September 5, 2014

My Instead: After spending the afternoon at Abbey's school for Grandparents’ Day, I mowed my lawn in a thunder and lightning storm.


My granddaughter Abbey had Grandparents’ Day at her new school and I was not going to miss it. I had to work in the morning, then get ready and rush to Abbey’s school for her to show off her three grandmas. We had a totally delightful time having cookies and lemonade and then venturing over to Abbey’s classroom to watch her make a butterfly out of “hand” cut-outs. She finally relented and agreed to have her picture taken with her grandmas. We were all as proud of her as she was of us!
Then I was off to my son’s house to paint for a while. When I got to a cut-off point, I went home and realized I still had enough daylight to mow my lawn (my mower does have headlights, though, just in case). But daylight's end was clearly not the demon here. The clouds were rolling in at an ominous pace, to say the least. Knowing that I would have to get this job done in record time, I hopped on my riding lawn mower and started cutting my front yard. I usually use my push mower for that, but there was no time to dilly-dally.
When I got to the back yard, the lightning was so frequent, it looked like paparazzi with their camera flashes in full force. Undaunted by the display, I kept mowing, more determined than ever to finish what I started. Admittedly, it was somewhat scary, but exciting as well. I couldn’t think of a better way for Mary Schaefer to meet her maker than ending it all while mowing my lawn. Can you? I kept mowing.
The wind joined the show…I became even more enthralled and more determined to finish. I kept mowing. I felt some sprinkles and hoped that the deluge would wait patiently, but it didn’t. The torrent greeted me at full throttle. I kept mowing. I knew I could finish. I knew it. Then I ran out of gas. The lightning surrounded me like rapid gunfire. I ran to my garage, retrieved the gas can, ran to the back yard, and filled her up. I kept mowing.
After that brave (crazy) performance, my lawn was mowed and the job was done. I stopped mowing. Then I went inside…exhilarated…and still alive.


 

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