It has been raining several days in a row now but today there was a break so I thought I would run out and mow the grass quickly before it got dark. The boys run around the yard while I mow. Halfway through the front yard my mower stopped. I quickly realized it needed gas and oil. I fill it up, yank the starter and it burps and both gas and oil pour out of their spots. I flooded the mower. AHHHH! All night long I go out to restart it and the damn thing won't start. The next morning it's not raining I run out of 6:30 am, still pretty dark outside but I would just like to finish the front yard so it doesn't look so ridiculous. It starts right up. I get three strips mowed and then it stops again. What the hell. This is my life with yard work.
Later in the week my mother and father come for a visit. "What kind of oil did you put in this?" asks my dad. What do you mean? The two cycle stuff in the small canister on the shelf. "I thought I told you the mower takes straight oil." "Oh, hell you probably did." The mower was not flooded.
This is just one of the many things widowhood has introduced to our lives. Changing batteries in the smoke detectors, changing the air filters in the attic, exchanging the propane tank that was much much heavier than I anticipated, using the storage thing for meat. The list goes on and on. Do you even realize how much your spouse does? Appreciate them. I am capable of all of these things. I have even been setting mouse traps in my garage recently as they have decided to move in, but life was easier when there were two of us. So much easier. You can do it though, you can do anything. Keep the faith. Believe in yourself and don't be afraid to ask others for help.
Meet the Author (me)
Driven by a need to help others. I have known from a young age that this is what I wanted to do. This is my very real, somewhat sarcastic, look into my newfound widowhood. I hope this site will help you as much as it helps me.