Deciding to learn to drive a lawn mower in your elderly parent's front lawn is probably one of the less well thought out things I've done lately. My thought process(yes there was one) was that Mom wouldn't spend the morning worrying if I was going to make it to her lawn, and there were fewer obstacles in the yard.
Neither of them grasps the idea of practice, and they both hollered at me to lower the blade and well, there is a huge bare swath in the front yard now because I REALLY lowered the blade. I knocked down two sections of brick wall before I got the concept down that the rear wheels stick out further in the back. I had to jump off once to avoid tipping over.
After I turned the mower off and flooded it, Mom figured out that I couldn't hear her over the lawn mower and went in the house. I finished, then went down to my lawn and mowed it three times, each on a progressively lower setting so I could practice my moves.
The grass will grow and I'll practice some more. I enjoyed the task, once I got over feeling defensive. Honestly, expecting someone to hop onto a riding lawnmower after 25 years and several technological innovations and just KNOW what to do is a bit much. I didn't expect it, but my parents are kind of picky about their front lawn. Oh well.
Everyone's a critic too. I mastered,or so I thought, the new gas powered easy start weed wacker-but Mr. Clean had to run out a few minutes ago and clean up my lines. Ah well. That will grow back too and I can practice some more.