Neighborhood Charity Case

When Luke and I first found our house we loved it. We fell in love with everything about it. One main thing we fell in love with was the yard. Three quarters of an acre of green grass to run around on.

However, when we would tell people how big our yard was, they would ask if we were crazy. Who on earth wants to mow that much lawn?!?!

Luke thought this question was absurd, he grew up on a lot more than three quarters of an acre and strangely enough he was looking forward to mowing the lawn.

Yes, looking forward to it.

He had it in his mind that mowing the lawn would get his body back in shape.

Now I don't think he is out of shape but whatever.

So Luke went and picked out a fancy schmancy new push mower because he was so excited about getting in shape.

No riding lawn mower for this Indian.

After a couple of weekends of living in our house it was evident that our yard needed to be mowed. Luke was getting anxious about spending several hours on Saturday morning mowing the lawn.

He was a man with a plan. A mowing plan.

His mowing clothes were ready, his shoes were by the door, the mower was gased up, he was going to get his mow on. And tone his body while doing it. Or so he thought.

Side note, is it even possible to tone your body by mowing the lawn for an hour once every two weeks? I'm not one to question my husband's thoughts as he is usually the smart one, but this seemed a bit odd to me.

So back to the mowing......

Luke was out mowing the lawn for about 5 minutes when a man on a riding lawn mower pulled up and started helping him.

A complete stranger we had never seen before in our lives.

Who literally came out of the middle of nowhere.

It was like a little riding lawn mower guardian angel.

I thought this was so nice.

Luke thought it was nice, but was looking forward to mowing the whole lawn by himself.

He late asked me if he looked like he was mowing wrong and needed help.

I had no idea.

He was clearly disturbed by the riding lawn mower guardian angel.

I started to realize that Luke needed to mow the lawn. It was important to him.

One more thing about him that I will never understand.

Fast forward to the next mowing session. Wait, I don't remember when it was because somebody else in the neighborhood mowed our lawn before Luke had a chance.

I mean completely mowed it, we came home and it was already mowed.

I thought this was amazing.

Luke was frustrated for two reasons.

1. It was messing up his awesome workout plan

2. It was threatening his manhood

Finally there were a couple of days when Luke got to mow the lawn by himself with no help.

Those were victorious days.

A couple of weeks ago he was mowing the lawn while I was watching TV. I looked outside to see how much he had left to mow and much to my surprise he was nowhere in sight but instead there was a woman mowing our lawn.

A WOMAN. It was one of the funniest things ever.

Then here comes Luke from around the back. Luke and the anonymous woman mowed our lawn together and then she went on her merry way.

I really should have taken a picture.

When Luke walked in he looked at me and said "Do I just look pathetic when I'm mowing?"

I really didn't know how to respond. I mean obviously he doesn't look pathetic mowing the lawn, but there has to be a reason why EVERY NEIGHBOR HELPS HIM MOW THE LAWN.

OK, fast forward to present day:

Luke was planning on mowing the lawn today. I believe his last words to me this morning were "I have to mow the lawn before somebody else in the neighborhood does it."

Famous last words.

It is like mowing the lawn has become a personal and unattainable goal in his life.

At the end of the day I was driving home from work and I thought to myself "I sure hope Luke gets to mow the lawn today, he might doubt his manhood if he doesn't."

As I pulled in our driveway from work, what do you think I saw?

I saw a friendly man driving by on his riding lawn mower, waving to me as he mowed our lawn.

The riding lawn mower guardian angel strikes again.

I immediately called Luke to notify him of our friendly mower. To which he replied "go make him stop!"

Ok yeah, I'm going to go out to the extra friendly man who is mowing our lawn for FREE and ask him to stop, because my husband thinks he is going to get in shape by mowing the lawn and he finds some sort of manly fulfillment by mowing the lawn.

Not gonna happen.

I did go out and ask the man if he would like some water, he kindly denied the water and said he was almost done.

Poor Luke, when he got home he looked so defeated. He thinks he is now the charity case of the neighborhood.

In fact he may have screamed 'I'M THE FLIPPING CHARITY CASE OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD"

I may or may not have been laughing hysterically.

I think Luke is very manly, even if he doesn't mow our lawn.

However I think he needs to stick to The Shred if he wants to get in shape, I don't think he is going to be mowing our lawn anytime soon.

Thank you anonymous mowers of our neighborhood. I appreciate you!