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RSS'd and Lawn Woes

I haven't been using the LJ enough lately. I've been too preoccupied with my RSS feeds. NewsFox does support digest authentication, though, so I guess I should just RSS the LJ.

I mowed my lawn yesterday. It was a horrible experience that I won't soon forget. I got the lawnmower out and stared at the task before me. The grass was almost knee-high at the street, where the Johnson grass is the worst. I checked the gas and found out it was bone dry. It had plenty of oil, though. I drove to get 2 gallons of gas for the gas can and when I returned, I filled it up and started up the mower. I plowed into the foliage for about 10 feet and it was clogged. Or so I thought. I opened up the chute and the bag was full. Looking at my feet, I noticed that the small area of grass I had cut was still wet from the 10 minutes of rain we got on Saturday. That's how I knew this was going to be fun. I emptied it into the huge city trash can and continued on my way.

After repeating these last couple of steps 8 or 10 times, the trash can was full. Megan emptied it into the compost heap while I went another 10 feet and waited. Usually, this system works pretty well. But unfortunately, the bag was being filled way too fast for the emptying of the can. When I was about halfway through, as I turned off the mower, I heard a clanking noise coming from the engine area. I emptied the back and looked under the mower to find that the blade was not loose and not hitting and other metal parts underneath the housing. I pulled the cord to start it back up and I heard it again. It sounded like every revolution something metal was hitting something else metal. It was also sputtering. Then it went dead.

So now I was stuck with a half-mowed yard, a broken lawnmower, and was already hot and tired. It was a Sunday, so there was no way a repair shop would be open around here, so I did the only thing I could do: I called my dad. He, who was about the mow his own yard, brought his mower over, which is almost as pitiful as mine (It might be as old as I am). He gave me the obligatory lecture about not letting the grass get so high, and he left to run some errands. I finished the rest of the front and went inside.

I called him, but he didn't have the cell phone, so Mom picked up the phone. I told her I was done, but Dad wasn't home, so I decided to go ahead and start on the back. The back was worse than the front. It took me over an hour, and I used the discharge chute so I wouldn't have to change the bag as often. Unfortunately, as slow as I could go, I still had to stop and unclog the chute every 15-20 feet. It was just too high and too wet. I had about 1/4 of it left when I ran out of gas. I got the can and filled it up, but I couldn't get it started again. I figured it might have vapor-locked the way cars do, so, after wearing myself out trying to start it 20+ times, I went inside, more hot and more tired than I was before.

After a few minutes of cooling down, I went back out there and got it started in two or three tries. I finished the yard, called my dad, had him come pick up the mower, and went to take a cold shower.

Maddie is eternally grateful.


Aug. 5th, 2008 01:18 pm (UTC)
Yikes. That sounds sucky.
Aug. 5th, 2008 02:15 pm (UTC)
Which part?

And if you think that's bad, just wait until today's entry...

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