Yokohama-Mama-Xpress

Some mornings overwhelm me, I will make no bones about it.  Often life can deal me a hand that I simply do not want to play, but I take a turn anyway.  Early morning is a special time of the day, but it can also be empty and meaningless, much too often this applies in my life.

Take mowing for example, there are days that I just do not feel like mowing, but you have to do it, it is required of you, the grass grows, you are dedicated to keeping it looking good.  This is one of your jobs in life, a chore that you have to do from time to time, and there is no escape.

But from time to time, life offers up a mystery or a time of joy, and I guess in the end, that what makes it all worth it?  Saturday was like that.

My wife is Chinese, her name is Yoko, she is an indoor person, basically “a stay inside type of girl.”  Her Mama is Chinese, her daddy was Japanese, she has a third cousin who is Korean, but they do not talk about him much.  This is why she has a Japanese surname.  She is a great girl and we have been together for a long time.  She doesn’t like the great outdoors, she isn’t into National Parks and the serenity and beauty of nature.  She is basically a kitchen table, I am just fine, go away and leave me alone kind of girl.

So I was a little taken aback this past weekend, when she walked out of the front door of the house in a long sleeve shirt, ball-cap, and gloves in her hands.  She looked at me and announced rather unceremoniously  … “I am going to mow the yard!”

This was a new one for me, let me tell you.

She has never, I repeat NEVER even remotely offered to mow the yard or ride the lawn tractor for that matter in all the time we have lived here.  So I thought to myself, “this I got to see.”  So I went to the barn, fetched the trusty lawn tractor and gave her a quick lesson on how things work.  She confidently climbs on board and takes off.  No more telephone calls ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner!  (or at least at the time I thought so)

The woman is mowing, I cannot believe it.  I in turn pickup the gasoline powered weed-eater and head down the fence line.  She takes off in one direction and I go the opposite way.  Having learned a long time ago, “a wise man never wakes his second sleeping baby just to see it smile” I know it is best to leave her to her amusements.  Everything goes well, that is for awhile, and then I notice something strange.

I stop what I am doing and I intently listen to the sound of the tractor.

In the distance, over in the far corner of the property, I notice that the lawn tractor is running just swell, but the mowing blades are not engaged.  She is riding around, but she is not mowing.  This has happened because she has somewhere, stopped, backed up and then went on about her business.  When you back the lawn tractor up, it automatically will disengage the blades (safety measure) and this has happened.

My wife the indoor lady on the other hand, is blissfully unaware of this fact of lawn mowing safety and is just whizzing around the yard, making lazy little circles under a crystal clear blue Oklahoma sky.  Bumping along, the Purple Martins close by to retrieve any stray bug she might stir up.  She rides by and smiles, I cannot believe what I am seeing.  I see my wife making laps in the yard, nothing is getting mowed as the blades are not turning, she is just making laps.  This amuses me for a short while, no it really does, I find some humor in it, but then the reality of $3.78 per gallon gasoline comes home to me and I realize this has to stop.

So I flag her down and I say to her, “Honey, how is it going?” and she smiles a big smile.

Handing her a small ice cold bottle of water (this was my alleged excuse to stop her) I ask her, “do you notice anything different in the cut?  Is the tractor running a little different to you, notice the sound of it?” and she says, “Well, yes, yes I do.  How come?”  So as tactfully as I can, I say to her, “You might want to try this?”  I reach down and pull out the PTO (power take off) knob and the blades kick in and the tractor goes back into “mowing” mode.

She gets this strange look on her face, says to me, “I was wondering why when I looked back, it didn’t look like I had mowed a thing!”

There is an old saying …. “Life is … everything that happens when you are not paying attention.”  After an ocean of time, she still has the ability to make me smile, and in the end, in the final count, that is all that really matters.

But really … I don’t know … “At four bucks a gallon, maybe it is best, she just stay inside” you know what I mean?

OOO

2 thoughts on “Yokohama-Mama-Xpress

  1. OH come on Don…you mean to tell you that you have never, not once in you life, forgotten to lower the cutting deck?? She is new at this game…and from your tale, seems to have been enjoying her new found outdoor chore!! $4 bucks a gallon for gas…the look of satisfaction on Yoko’s face and the smile she gave you PRICELESS!!

    Bernice..PS…in case you have not heard me say it in a while…”Life is GOOD!”
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    Yes, I freely admit, “I have sometimes neglected the details” when it comes to mowing. I am not a lawn expert, but lap after lap? Nope, never done that. For a short while perhaps, but never lap after lap. It was all tongue and cheek, you know me, hyperbole, humor. In the end I will prevail, remember: “History will be kind to me in the end, as I intend to write it.” Winston Churchill.

    Thank you for your comment.

    DS

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  2. I don’t know, Don. Four bucks a gallon is kind of high, but a woman that mows is hard to come by.
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    Yes, tell me about it. I am always telling her, “don’t go planting anything YOU are not willing to take care of.” But she never listens.

    DS

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