Yesterday...
 
Well, it actually started before yesterday.  It started, 32  years ago, when we left NYC.  I never wanted a lawn mower.  I never  wanted to want a lawnmower.  I never wanted to NEED a lawn mower.
 
I LIKED coming home and barely noticing that "they" had trimmed the shrubs,  or sprinkled fresh wottevah around the grounds.  I just wanted to get out  of the elevator, stick my key in the lock and put my feet up.
 
 Too often, "grounds" are darn near grounds for divorce.   Who's gunna, why should I, but you never...BlahBlahBlah....
 
Ya, there's always a neighborTeen, but even that gets pricey.  They're  averaging $40.00 per yard around here.  I don't always have that much, and  when I do, I obsess over what that $40.00 would have bought.
 
I've been through 5 lawnmowers since moving here.  
RIPwhrrrWhrrrSpurSput...fpzzzzz. Enough.
 
I put an ad in Freecycle: "Lawn mower wanted, people-powered would be  great" I got an answer from someone who wanted to know of I was 'serious".  YupYupYup.  I pressed send with both paws.
 
She had a friend who had a people powered mower who had JUST offered it to  her, and she was going to pick it up and list it on freecycle.  If I wanted  it, I could have it...etc.
 
YIPIEEEEEEEEE.  I asked her to ask her friend if it was OK to give me  her number, or else, could her friend Email me.  The friend sent me an  Email post haste with her phone #. 
 
Now, freecycle means FREEcycle.  Just give, or take, no strings or 
'beholdings', but I never feel right about just taking something.  I always  try to bring a little something, not in 'trade', but in thanks.  I had  a few crocheted Angels left from last Christmas. http://www.thriftyfun.com/tf21354158.tip.html   I decided,
although it was midsummer, to bring one.
 
The mower was JUSSSSSSST what I had hoped for/wanted/needed.  Light weight, compact but wide-headed, goes with a  fingertip touch, stores in a teeny corner, no moving parts (other than the  blades) to break down, no cord to tangle, no plug to trip over, no carb to clog,  just happyMowing....and it easily
fit in my little car...
 
   And I gave her the little crocheted angel, wrapped up in white  tissue paper, tied with a plain white string...
 
   And she opened it up, and she burst into tears...
 
It seems that she had been facing some really hard times, and didn't know  if  she had the strength to keep going...
 
.....And as I rang the bell, she had been praying: "Please God, send me an  angel, an angel I can see, so that I know that you are with me..."
 
We never know when we are being called upon to be a  messenger.
:' )

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