Hey, remember when I made fun of Cowboy for using the leaf blower to blow leaves off the porch? Well, I come humbly before you now to confess that I am transformed. Sunday after church Cowboy decided that it was the perfect afternoon to blow leaves out of the backyard. (Which meant we had to pass on the church's potluck dinner...frown). He looked at me then looked at the 2 backpack blowers and back at me. What did that mean? You'd think after all these years of marriage, we'd be such kindred spirits that I could read his mind...NOT. Perhaps subconsciously I knew that he wanted my help but my rebellious inner-child blocked the signal. Then I too looked at the backpack blowers.
"Why do you have two?"
"I can't blow all these leaves by myself," Cowboy replied.
Still not getting the signal, I just stared into his eyes. Then apparently the responsible inner-adult put a smack-down on the rebellious inner-child allowing the signal to enter the brain cavity and I said, "Ohhhh, this one's for me."
In a gentlemanly fashion, Cowboy held up the backpack blower for me to put my arms through the straps (how chivalrous!!), showed me how to work the controls, handed me a pair of earplugs and pointed to roughly 4 million tons of leaves to be blown into the woods. I steadied myself as he pull-started the engine. Whoom! I was ready to blow. As usual, I imagined how I looked in my get-up...after all, image is everything...I looked like Peter Venkman, Bill Murray's character on Ghostbusters. Yeah, truly.
I'm thankful for a). the blowers were too loud for my singing to be heard, and
b). Cowboy wasn't looking (sometimes he doesn't get me).
I blew leaves from one section while Cowboy worked up the hill from me. I thought separation was the best strategy: divide and conquer.... and I figured like in Ghostbusters, we shouldn't cross our air streams (Dr. Spengler said it would be bad....every molecule of our bodies exploding at the speed of light).
To my great surprise, Cowboy walked up beside me and said, "We'll have more success if we blow together."
OK. We crossed our streams. No explosion occurred. Operation LeafBuster complete!
Disclaimer and fine print: I hereby denounce a life void of machines. Machines are good. Machines are my friends. Incidentally, I was a hypocrite in my earlier blog about machines.....I have a kitchen full of them...that I use daily...without remorse or shame. I'm sorry for any confusion this may have caused. Please be assured that I am in favor of machines. I am an equal opportunity machine employer. Me + Machines = Love haha
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