Comments on: Drop That Drill!

By: Cindy A

Cindy A — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 14:59:36 +0000

We’ve had a two-acre lawn for 18 years, which my husband dutifully mows. Proud to say I have no idea how to turn on the mower. On the other hand, he has no idea how to turn on the oven or the dishwasher or the washing machine or pretty much anything other than the mower. Not sure sometimes if it’s a fair trade-off.

By: Duchess

Duchess — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 20:42:05 +0000

Opportunity cost is what you could be doing / earning instead if you weren’t occupied with any given task. It is a very useful concept for getting out of any job you don’t fancy.

By: ruthpennebaker

ruthpennebaker — Sat, 27 Jun 2009 05:11:26 +0000

The opportunity cost? No, I could never have married an economist.

By: Duchess

Duchess — Fri, 26 Jun 2009 20:39:39 +0000

At least you didn’t marry an economist. Although it was practically in our marriage vows that he would cut the grass he did it exactly once in twenty years. After that, when I suggested it was getting a bit long he would look over his newspaper and shout, Sure! I’ll cut the grass if you REALLY want me to. But do you know what the OPPORTUNITY COST is?

Actually that turned out not to be true — I mean the part about how he would cut the grass if I knew the opportunity cost and was okay with it.

By: ruthpennebaker

ruthpennebaker — Fri, 26 Jun 2009 20:09:05 +0000

I don't have any problem with profanity, either -- as long as the problem in question is getting fixed.

By: Anne Gibert

Anne Gibert — Fri, 26 Jun 2009 18:54:48 +0000

Well, I quite like grass. My husband, on the other hand, vastly prefers gravel. When we met he had a yard with a 10 ft square patch of grass and 100 square ft of gravel, where he parked his riding lawn mower (and his boat and his back-hoe). Once he told me he always wanted to own a gravel pit.

He is able to fix anything, and do it right, but not without the accompanying profanity. The only time he utters the F word is when he is building. I kind of like hearing this man of the golden mean yelling F***.

By: ruthpennebaker

ruthpennebaker — Fri, 26 Jun 2009 14:43:31 +0000

Wow! I’ve never met anyone who admitted to hating grass. I once announced I didn’t particularly care for nature, which shocked everyone so much about my moral turpitude that I promptly shut up.

By: Tracy

Tracy — Fri, 26 Jun 2009 13:40:38 +0000

The Power of The Lawn is amazing. Similar marital situations were literally the catalyst for why I grew up where I did (a hovel called a “townhouse” sans yard.) I’ve had my own related battles with my own yards. I loathe San Augustine…