What can you do with a wacky husband? Love him anyway
After working together on the lawn for the last 27 years Olan and I have a system. I mow and he has fun. He uses a high powered gas Craftsman Weedwacker. Like Tim the tool man, he loves to feel the power and hear the roar of the engine. Whenever I come close, shooting rocks and hurtling sticks sting my bare skin. And... if he is trimming he doesn't have to mow. Here is a photo of him trimming around one of the garden beds.
I have asked more than once that he get rid of the wacker or at least trim only every other week, to no avail. He is a kindhearted man and likes to help out the single ladies who live on either side of us. This last summer he tore a hole in our north neighbor's siding while helping wack the lady's lawn. Another time our neigbor to the south came screaming outside when she thought there was a gun shot, only to find her front storm door shattered into a million pieces by a small pebble the wacker had flung into the door from five feet away. I have asked him to please stop helping neighbors and stop wacking our yard with the dangerous implement. But, he is having way too much fun - and why not let him?
Neighbor's siding $75, neighbor's storm door $195, watching him have fun - priceless.
"Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of a genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.
Wofgang Amadeus Mozart.