I do not need a 200 pound lawn mower

I was watching my little sister mow her lawn as we prepared to remember my grandmother's death.

Actually, it was not that creepy. We were celebrating her life, but we do it around the day she died. Her birthday is March 1, though, which doesn't invite outdoor celebrations. Maybe that is why.

I have talked about this before, but it is odd what you miss when you are in a chair.

I hated mowing the lawn, unless I got to use the riding mower. That was awesome. I am sure I could still do that, but I am equally sure that I would not be allowed to, so I don't try.

Mowing the lawn was cool at first -- I remember I was 9 or 10 when I got to cut the grass. I tackled Gram's front yard first and it took me an hour, about double what it took when I knew what I was doing.

I went around and around the yard in smaller and smaller squares. This couple of young adults walked by and the girl came up and said her boyfriend said it is faster to go in lines. It is. That is what I did later but that day I just said thanks and said I was going in squares.

It was tiring, smelly, sweaty and I always got blisters from holding down the lever that kept the mower running.

Explain to me then why I was watching my sister enviously. I even started thinking of adaptions that would enable me to cut the grass myself. If the mower weighed about 200 pounds, then it could support me. Of course, I would not be able to push that much of a mower so I would need it to be self-propelled, but real slow so I could walk behind it still.

Really, I hated mowing the lawn.