It seems so simple. A machine does all the work. All I have to do is walk behind it and make sure I'm not destroying any Lego contraptions or super cool Hot Wheels cars. I can do that. I usually leave this to Dr. SmartyPants, but sometimes his schedule just doesn't jibe with the grass growth rates and I take it upon myself to intervene. Like today.
Beautiful day. Nice to be outside. Low humidity. A perfect day for a little mowing, right?
You'd think.
But then, suddenly, the indefatigable Toro just quit. We bought this mower soon after we bought our first house, 8 1/2 years ago. It has started on the first or second pull every single time, even given that the spark plug has only been changed twice. When I started it today, it was purring like a kitten. Golden man...golden. Until the long stretch of grass by the back deck. When it just quit. On me. It has gas, I added some. That is the limit to my working knowledge of the internal combustion engine. Gas? Check. Uhhhh...
So, it sits. Yard 3/4 mowed. Waiting for the doc to come home and fix it. I hope.I think I'll fold some laundry.
update: The doc came home, wiggled his magical engineering fingers over the top of it and it started right up.
Oh yeah, there's something to be said for husbands...
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