No one likes a long sad story, so I’ll make this short. My lawn mower is still in the hospital.
A couple of weeks ago I was mowing our lawn for the first time. I always enjoy that first mow of the year. After that it goes downhill and by the end of the summer it’s more of a chore than a joy. When I was finished mowing, I couldn’t turn my stupid lawn mower off. The long cord that goes from the engine to my handle wouldn’t release. Great. I wasn’t sure what to do. I guess I could have left it in the back yard running until it exhausted it’s supply of gas, but seeing as I filled it up before I started, it could have taken quite a while. Fortunately, there’s a valve on the engine that I was able to turn that cut off the gas supply to the engine. That was good for the time being, but I couldn’t do this all summer long.
I took my lawn mower to the hardware store expecting a quick fix. As of yesterday, it still wasn’t fixed and my front lawn looked like Tarzan could be swinging through it at any moment. Horrible. I never let my lawn get that long.
After supper I noticed my neighbour Mike was out mowing his lawn. I knew once his lawn was mowed, our front lawn would be the worst looking lawn in the whole neighbourhood. Oh well, there wasn’t a lot I could do about it.
Then I noticed Mike appeared to be getting closer to our house while he was mowing. My depth perception is still in working order, which could only mean one thing…he must have been mowing my front lawn for me! Upon closer inspection, he was. Hallelujah! I ran out to thank him and warn him to be careful, there might be some small animals living in there.
I promised Mike that the next mow would be on me.
That is, if my lawn mower get fixed in the next couple of weeks.