Gloving the Hands Lawnmower Style

Nevertheless, for the most part once I'd left my parents house, I always seemed to need to use these as my hands would end up torn up otherwise. Those they're blue 😂, full disclosure, they're also a size large, so I'd be more likely to pick a pair from the image link to the left.

Even once I moved out of their house, I'd still stop by to trim up their familiar-to-me yard on Saturdays when I'd get my clean laundry as Mom liked being able to fill out their laundry load with my dirty clothes (so I didn't use a laundromat). I didn't have laundry space at my house (ironically there was a chute underneath the upper stairs ledge), though my house didn't come with the machines. As long as it wasn't raining, & one time it was at my house, so I called her as I was putting away my mower because I didn't want to drive the distance to their house just to find out that mowing wasn't an option. She basically said, "It's not here, so hurry up & get here so you can ours before it is raining here."

When we were kids our Saturdays turned into pizza dinners with us most often ordering two large pizza from the small franchise a mile up the street next to the neighborhood convenience store. We'd order one that was half sausage & half pepperoni; the other pizza would be half onion & half mushroom. Each of us knew which slices the others would enjoy eating & which they wouldn't touch with a 10' pole. Dad was most proud & would giggle about how he'd eat any of the slices.

At one point Mom & Dad realized that, for their schedule, it would be best if our pizza nights would be moved to a middle-of-the-week night. We tried this; it didn't work. Our family was stuck on Saturday Night, Pizza Night.

So it was on these nights, revised as it was just Mom, Dad, & me, that we'd have just the mushroom & onion large pizza because I'd enjoy the onion, Dad would enjoy both, & Mom would only enjoy the mushroom.

Even though my needing to wear gardening gloves had surfaced while using Grandma's mower on my own lawn, I found that I needed to use them while mowing Mom & Dad's yard too. I'd bring them with me, & depending on how late I'd gotten there, what Dad would need to skirt around from his in-progress project, or how the weather looked to be, we'd either eat pizza first, or continue on with the yardwork first.

When we first began mowing the lawn as kids, at the age of ten, it was a chore, a weekly task for us. We'd shift on & off as to which of us needed to take care of it. Very rarely did Dad jump back in & complete it for us. Out of the chores we shared, mowing the lawn was one that I took over - in its entirety - {in my opinion} rather early on, because I enjoyed it so much.

I've always made sure, in the houses which I've owned, that I got to maintain the yard & would never hire anyone to mow the lawn for me; it was my pleasure, my time with Mother Nature. Though I know now that, when I've a yard again, even a teeny tiny one that's more for growing food, not a lawn, I'll be wearing a pair of these, though not these, as I definitely don't prefer their print (& it's all about their look, not what they can do for you 😂). "Jk" as they say; this pair actually looks to come with plenty of perks of their own. Puncture resistant & the not-so-preferred print works its way up to the elbow for a fuller coverage, thus a cleaner look.

These days, for the most part, unless it's a dollar store pair, they're all likely to each come with their own perks & positive reasons for purchase. It's each consumer's duty to find the pair that suites them best. Even if it's only to save a callous or two. Or whip the lawnmower around the sharp turn of the yard all the quicker & more efficiently (& without wincing in pain!).

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