A stapler. Plastic utensils. Eggs (casualty of untimely hand tremor). The handle from my washing machine. A button on my shirt. The clasp of my necklace. The wheel from the mower deck of my lawn tractor.
"See Deere go.
Go Deere go!
Deere hit rock.
Bad rock, bad rock!" (Dick and Jane called, they want their story back)
A girl who was feeling slightly "vertigo" should have "vertistopped" prior to climbing onto the tractor and taking it for a spin 'round the ol' yard. Why? 'Cause she needed to look down to judge the distance between self and rock. Vertigo doesn't like to look down. Rock won.
I was instantly embarrassed. My first thought? Get a picture, because my church family eagerly anticipates my lawn adventures and THIS most definitely qualifies. My second thought, and I'm just going to come out and admit this, was: "Can I fix this before he (husband) gets home?"
So I put the rock back:
After careful inspection, I noticed the wheel had been welded on, therefore erasing any chance of self-repair...so I stuffed it into my cupholder.
I continued on, mowing sans mower deck support wheel, while entertaining several potential explanations against my husband's probable responses:
- "I didn't see that rock" = 'why were you mowing if you couldn't see?'
- "I misjudged" = 'why were you mowing if you couldn't judge yourself in space?'
- "I wasn't paying attention" = 'why weren't you paying attention while mowing?'
- "it SO was not there!" = 'rocks don't move...did you take some old neurontin or something? And if so, did you not learn your lesson the first time you mowed on neurontin?'
Truth was, I really didn't judge it properly. I mean, I saw it? But more in 'side view mirror' terminology. And that looks like this:
But this story has a happy ending. I posted the pictures of my debacle on facebook in order to share a laugh with my friends. Within minutes, offers of help appeared. And before the sun went down, I had a repaired mower deck, freshly painted welds, and sharpened blades (woo!) snugly affixed upon the belly of my tractor. What did it cost me? Just a hug. And the hug was actually a gift to me.
The 'body of Christ' is a powerful thing and I thank God that I am just a tiny part of it. They say the words "one another" are mentioned over 50 times in the New Testament.
I believe that :-)