Mowing down challenges

I mowed the back lawn today. When I began, my watch said it was 22 degrees in my part of Kirikiriroa-Hamilton, and when I finished some 25 minute later, it said it was 24 (71.6F and 75.2F, respectively). The MetService App said the humidity was 70%. It certainly felt like both the temperature and humidity were higher (the projected high for today was 27, which is 80.6F, something it hit, apparently briefly, later in the afternoon).

The back lawn usually grows faster than the front, probably due to the fact that the type of plants that make up the two areas of “lawn” are different. This means that the back looked absolutely terrible—and also kinda pretty and meadow-like with the weeds’ flowers blooming and gently swaying in the light breeze. Still, suburban necessity demanded I chop it all down, but I’m sure Leo will appreciate being able to walk over the entire area without the weeds’ flower stalks tickling his nether regions.

Tomorrow, the front lawn is being mowed by the contractor I hired, mid-to-late morning, probably. I’d hoped to mow it last week so the guy would have a fresh start, but high temperatures (and me “feelin’ poorly” a couple days) meant it was already this week before I even could mow, and, well, I didn’t do it. The lawn needed to be mowed when I talked to the guy last week, and now it really needs it, but, like the back did, it looks worse than it is due to lots of weeds’ flower stalks, though unlike the back, few are actually blooming.

I’m the type of person who absolutely would clean before someone was coming to clean the house (something I inherited from my mother…) so that the job facing them wouldn’t be as big. I had the same impulse with the mowers. These days, though, I have a bit more of the “it is what it is” fatalism that so many others seem to have naturally, and that I now understand how sometimes that attitude can be really helpful, and even important, for our well-being.

So, the back lawn is done, and the (despite everything I just said, nevertheless embarrassing) front lawn will be done tomorrow. Doing only the back lawn left me hot and tired when I was finished, of course, but my recovery time was short, with a glass of cool (not cold) water, a towel to wipe the sweat, and then a rest in my chair for a bit being all I needed to be ready for Part 2 of my day. Mowing the back lawn, my watch tells me, meant walking a bit more than 2km (around 1.25 miles), and my average heart rate was a healthy 128bpm (peak was 139bpm), meaning it was a decent workout, though not dangerous for me. Mowing both lawns often pushed me a little too far in all respects.

This afternoon, I went on a shopping expedition to Mitre 10 Mega. They were having a promotion offer double Air Points for folks (like me) with an Air New Zealand Air Point card, a loyalty/rewards programme I mentioned almost a year ago. I’m also a member of Mire 10’s programme, and their card is in my Apple Wallet on my phone, which is handy. And then, too, I presented my Senior Gold Card for my 65+ discount. I mainly went for a cleaner to use on the cement patio when I clear it in preparation for the patio cover to be installed, and also to use on some of the outdoor furniture that’s so dirty that I won’t keep them if I can’t clean them. Stay tuned.

I also wanted to get a new clothesline to replace the one I last attempted to repair back in 2022 (and it broke again not long after). Back in my battles with the clothesline, I worked out that the problem was that it had been mounted to fence panels, and not the posts (as I thought they should be). So, before I headed out this afternoon, I measured the distance between all the fence posts in suitable areasm, and in all but one pair, they were space a little over 2 metres apart. At Mitre 10, I discovered that that all the models are either 2.4 meteres apart or 1.4 metres. Clearnly more research was needed, and I wouldn’t get the double Air Points for that kinda large purchase. Oh, well. It runs out I still got a discount of $7.06 (the till receipt didn’t say what gave me that discount…).

I think the solution may be to install boards horizontally between two sets of posts, and then affix the clothesline supports to that. If I do that, I’ll talk about it after the fact. If not, I’ll talk about whatever solution I come up with. The thing is, I used to use clotheslines all the time at our last two houses, and even here, too, until the Collapsing Clothesline Era began, and I’d like to do so again. But it’s also true that Kiwis generally expect a clothesline, and installing one will help with the eventual sale of my house.

So, today was a big day. I’m already glad I’ve hired someone else to do the front lawn—though I still wish I’d mowed the front lawn last week. Somethings don’t change. Including my clothesline, apparently.