I am woman, watch me mow
The ink on the house contract was barely dry when my husband and I started our discussion about the lawn. What kind of lawn mower should we get?
For me, there's no question; it's got to be a push reel mower. There's no way I could bring myself to use one of those malodorous, gas-guzzling gadgets. One hour of mowing with a gas-powered mower produces about the same amount of air pollution as a 100-mile car ride. And our own Environmental Protection Agency estimates that 800 million gallons of gas are used in lawn mowers each year, producing 5 percent of the nation's air pollution. I'm not okay with that.
Michael agrees about getting a reel mower, but he also thinks we should buy an old gas-powered clunker to do the bulk of the work until we get our garden beds put in. I said no way.
"Do you know how hard it is to use those reel mowers?" he asked. "It will take forever to cut the lawn with one of those things."
He was trying desperately to sway the opinion of a stubborn wife whose mind, he knew, was already made up.
"Oh, I don't mind at all. I will do it," I said. "I will take charge of cutting the lawn."
"Yeah, but how's it going to look to the neighbors if they see me sending my wife out there to cut the entire yard with one of those things?" he asked, still unsuccessful in trying to sway me toward the gas guzzler.
"Who cares what the neighbors think? Women can and do mow lawns, you know. And plenty of them use reel mowers (somewhere, I'm sure). Maybe the neighbors will think my reel mower is the coolest thing. No noise. No stink. I'll get exercise and plenty of fresh air. What's not to like about that?"
And then I popped up out of my chair, held my arms straight in front of me (as if standing in imaginary lawn-mowing stance), and sang in my sprightliest voice to the tune of Helen Reddy's "I am Woman, Hear me Roar."
I am woman, watch me mow... I've got two more rows to go!
Husband rolls eyes. The lawn mower discussion continues...