She didn’t know how to work a lawnmower. When she had been here a bit longer she would arrange to have someone come in and do a bit of landscaping ...and the lawns. I got the mower out and went ahead and cut the lawn for her. When I had finished, Phil invited me inside for a cold drink. “I better not come in Phil, I am all grassy and sweaty and I don’t want to mess up your floors.” “No worry Steve, I have a shower downstairs near the laundry. Why don’t you go down and have a quick shower and. With no races to train for, I could just run easily and let my mood, my thoughts and the music on my iPod dictate the pace.After the run, I went home to a hearty breakfast and several chores around the house. Usually those chores included checking on my Mustang that was snugly ensconced in her heated Garage under a car cover. God, I loved that car.Anyway, following that, I spent the day with football and NASCAR on my 72" flatscreen.I was done with my shower and my breakfast. I was just settling. She was right, and as it was self-sorting, I took to just grabbing blindly for whatever I needed, and throwing it back in when I was done.) I had to shorten the handlebars down into the fork to the last setting, and then reverse the sweep of the bars so that instead of a goat horn sweep, they had a cow horn sweep. After I moved the control levers to the bottom part of the curve, I could reach them fairly comfortably. I adjusted the seat back pinion to the forwardmost adjustment, and it worked. If you know of one, let me know.”“Sure,” Jack said with a frown. He took a minute to look at her as a woman. She appeared to be in her mid-forties. There wasn’t a wedding ring on her finger. She wasn’t exactly an attractive woman, but seemed pleasant enough. She could stand to lose about twenty pounds.“Life as a single woman is rough. My toilet doesn’t flush like it should and it costs me a hundred dollars just to have a plumber come out to look at it. There are times when I would kill to have.