Houston We Have A Problem!

Now everyone has done something that they knew they shouldn't be doing but has gone ahead anyway. Well, I am no exception to this. With Indian summer still hanging on I decided that I would finish up with the last of the mowing for the season. I took my husband's pride and joy of the yard equipment and mowed out in the flat pasture where it was nice and safe. When I finished with that I decided that I would trim around the pond. Yes, this is one of those times when you question yourself but go ahead anyway, besides I was being extra careful. As I am on this huge mower I now am thinking to myself that maybe this isn't the proper equipment to use to trim with but instead of quitting I decided that I would be extra careful. Not long after I talked myself into continuing I soon got into a little, how shall I say it, a situation. Even though I was going slowly when I tried to go to the right I went to the left and when I tried to go forward I went backward. Lucky for me those little trees stopped the mower and me.



Knowing I was stuck I walked back to the house having a conversation in my mind with myself about how this really could have been far worse then it was. I had a machine stuck on the dike of our pond but with good luck on my side I was walking back to the house to find my sweet husband and figure out how I was going to tell him what I had just done.



You know you have a wonderful husband when you greet him with a "when you change your clothes I need a little help from you. Oh, and by the way please don't lecture me because I already have done that to myself." We have been married for almost forty-two years, I was five when we got married so do the math, so he knows me better than I know myself sometimes and asked where is it? I told him the good news is that it wasn't in the pond and if you counted the wheels up in the air as being on the dike then it was at the back of the dike of our pond.

We walked hand and hand out to Zeter, that is our mower's name, and when he saw the mower he never said one word about where I had left it or how it got there in the first place.

He went back to our pole barn and brought in reinforcements, another tractor and rope, to help in the rescue of Zeter.





Mission accomplished! Free at last, free at last! Thanks sweet husband for undoing my mistake and best yet still not even mentioning once about what I had done.

I want Cyndi and Scott to know that this isn't as bad as it looks, OK maybe it is, but I was going really slow and this was a slow motion situation. Also, I want you to know that I have learned from this and promise not to mow close to the pond ever again.