I guess most people would say I mowed the lawn tonight. I think I played with power tools. First I walked to the shed to retrieve the gas-powered weed whacker. After getting it started, I walked around the postage-stamp portions of the front yard. The deal is that we are doing the neighbor's (in the duplex) lawn as well since she paid for the guys in the orange truck for a couple years. Once I had walked the perimeter of the sections, I moseyed back to the shed to drop off the string trimmer in exchange for the gas-powered lawn mower. The front yard has small sections that are shared by the neighbors on either side of the duplex. Silly to stop mowing in the middle, so I actually mowed more than just our yards - but then I trimmed more too. After using the lawn mower, I pushed it back to it's resting place beside the shed. There is only so much floor space in the shed.
Last time I tried to store the mower in the shed, it ended up tipped too far forward. Oil got where it was not supposed to be, so the engine would not start. Thankfully, Bob was able to help me with the problem and get the mower started. Did I mentioned that we were storing the mower for Leah, the mower a neighbor gave her a few years back, the mower that had hardly been used? But, I digress.
After trimming and mowing, I found the blower (electric, not gas powered) in the darkening shed. I didn't start until 7:02 p.m. I had to take a side trip to the hose to rinse off what ever it was that slipped on me when I pulled the power cords from their shelf, some kind of insect poison. Yes, I rinsed well. By the time I had the sidewalks clean, it was all of 7:43 p.m.
In the course of the 40 minutes, I figure I spent more time walking back and forth and starting tools than I did really working on the yard. At least the job pays well based on how proud the guys in the orange trucks are of their work.
Last time I tried to store the mower in the shed, it ended up tipped too far forward. Oil got where it was not supposed to be, so the engine would not start. Thankfully, Bob was able to help me with the problem and get the mower started. Did I mentioned that we were storing the mower for Leah, the mower a neighbor gave her a few years back, the mower that had hardly been used? But, I digress.
After trimming and mowing, I found the blower (electric, not gas powered) in the darkening shed. I didn't start until 7:02 p.m. I had to take a side trip to the hose to rinse off what ever it was that slipped on me when I pulled the power cords from their shelf, some kind of insect poison. Yes, I rinsed well. By the time I had the sidewalks clean, it was all of 7:43 p.m.
In the course of the 40 minutes, I figure I spent more time walking back and forth and starting tools than I did really working on the yard. At least the job pays well based on how proud the guys in the orange trucks are of their work.
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