Three-quarters of the lawn (more of an underbrush, really) is now mowed down, and outdoors smells like onions (the front yard is full of wild scallions).
Starting the mower was much less an ordeal than I’d feared. Probably it would have gone long ago if I’d had the gumption to check the fuel tank and discover it was dry! A full fuel tank and a couple of shots of starting ether down the carb, and the engine fired on the first pull. The front yard was the worst, because the grass was shin-high and wet as a soggy diaper, so cutting it created this thatch that matted together and choked the grass exit port again and again.
L’s going to go out in a bit and finish the last bit of the lawn, and then I hope she’ll take the Weed-eater and trim up all the straggling grass that I couldn’t get to with the mower.
Things still to do:
- Get out the chain saw and chop up that big pecan branch I’ve been saving to feed the barbecue. I could store it a lot more compactly that way.
- Get out the circular saw and hammer and chop up the ruined cabinetry for disposal.
- Get out the chain saw again and chop up some more of the big hackberry in the front yard.
- Hang the window screen that’s been on sawhorses in the back yard for a year and a half.
- Sink the posts for the compost pen.
Bullwinkle will deconstruct the impotent toast from the dentists’ convention. Fnord.
