I cut my lawn today. This doesn't seem like such a big deal except that it is the first time I have performed this task since my accident last summer. My legs aren't what they used to be, and I tire easily so my daughter wanted me to hire sometime to mow my grass. I have the money to pay someone and this would be the easiest way to handle this chore, but I just couldn't bring myself to give up this task.
I have been mowing lawns since I have been 8 years old and was tasked with cutting my grandmother's lawn with an old rotary push mower. Doing this chore for my grandma made me feel important, like I was doing something productive. Since then, I've cut my parent's grass, my own lawn and my kid's properties. I always found grass cutting to be a satisfying task; I like the sense of immediate accomplishment that comes from viewing a freshly cut lawn.
As I've aged my health has declined and I have had to give up many things. I know that eventually I will have to turn cutting my grass over to someone else, but for now, "you can take my mower when you pull my cold dead fingers off its handle." I will continue to do this pleasant and satisfying task until I can't do it any "mow!" (Sorry for the PUN--silly humor is something else I refuse to give up)
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