I'm Entertaining, if Nothing Else

What you're about to read is certainly not my proudest moment.

But everyone needs a laugh on Friday, right?

Please enjoy one at my expense.

Have I mentioned I'm not coordinated?

Have I mentioned I hate mowing?

Have I mentioned I pray a lot these days?

Uncoordinated people who are deep in prayer should not mow.

A couple of years ago, I got a "new" mower. Dad found it for me used at some mower shops. (I didn't even know mower shops existed.) I loved that little thing. It's fast and it bags the clippings. Bless it.

Did I mention it's fast?

So last night...as I mowed...the following event took place.

As near as I can figure out - I did not let go of the self propeller bar on the mower as I approached the lilac tree at the end of my mowing. I don't recall not letting go of it, but then I kind of "mow by heart" and don't really think about what I'm doing.

But I have concluded this is what happened, because the mower was dragging me and that's the only explanation I have.

Three things nearly happened, I have no idea how none of them were successful and if the neighbors were watching I hope they never mention it.

I was on my next to the last swipe...and the mower started dragging me into the tree. I had one little branch (like a stick branch) going up my nose, and I do remember being acutely aware that if it kept going it would eventually reach my brain and that might not be a good thing. I had another one headed for my eye, which was unprotected because I'd taken off my sunglasses for that last part so I could see the yard better as it got darker. And because my reflexes were aware that I had sticks looking for my eyes and nose, my head started going back and I was remember thinking- I don't think it goes back much farther before it snaps!

Fortunately the mower hit the tree and that must have made me drop the bar. So there I was, narrowly dodging a stick in my eye, pulling a stick out of my nose, and thinking "PLEASE LET THE NEIGHBORS BE BUSY!!"

Next week I'll be selling tickets for "yard work with Bekah." Let me know if you want a front row seat.