Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Mowing The Line


There have been so many things in the news recently that I wanted to write about. Unfortunately, I have been warned time and time again (especially in the last few weeks) that social and political bloggery could be interpreted a certain way, and the upshot would amount to a one way ticket to unemployment.

Since I happen to like my job, and I especially like receiving a paycheck, I'm left with the topics of dogs, cats, spiders, general stupidity, driving hazards, having a teenager, and cicadas.

Speaking of cicadas, they peaked two weeks ago. That photo of the bug-covered shed from my last post is nothing compared to what it looked like when it peaked. And the noise... ugh.


The brood hatched around 1 billion per square mile, although I'm fairly certain that's just in my backyard alone. I tried sucking up the corpses and shells with the lawn tractor bagger thingy, and it didn't work very well. Once we got a heavy storm, it knocked all the bug shells off the trees and other vertical surfaces leaving me with piles of rotting, stinky bugs.


Speaking of. Since Hubby had been traveling, that was also the weekend I finally had to mow the lawn. The grass had grown too tall to ignore, and Dog would sink. All I could see were ears and tail.

Now, I was told how to operate the mower/tractor about six years prior, but promptly forgot all of it. I never used it, so my brain marked the information “inactive” and locked it away, never to be found again.

Between Daughter and I, we got it running. I started on one small patch. After making my first pass, I realized nothing was happening. Cutting, I mean. Oh yeah. I probably should drop the blade, right? Shut up.

So I dropped the blade. I did not realize it had several levels - not just “up” and “down”. So what did that mean? It means I dropped it all the way.

After going about ten feet I stopped to check my progress and saw that I was basically tilling the earth. I wasn't overly attached that patch of grass anyway, and it'll grow back, right?

I played with the blade handle and found a setting somewhere between “doing nothing” and “goodbye grass”.


Once I got the gist of it, it was really fun.  

5 comments:

Spokey said...

I have been warned time and time again . . . and the upshot would amount to a one way ticket to unemployment

WIMP!

Wrinkled Weasel said...

Difficult to say anything these days without incurring the wrath of the thought police.

I am about to mow the lawn but have miserable hay fever.

I just have to watch out for "Hedgy" (see blog)

JenB Brown said...

Spokey -

Yep, I am undeniably a total wimp here :) I've got to put daughter thru college soon!

JenB Brown said...

WW -

The technology they have available is a bit scary as well.

...and Hedgy is adorable!

Spokey said...

Send her to trade school. She'll end up with a better career.

Peaches (the youngest, just turned 30) spent six years (partly because of switching schools) getting a technical architecture degree. Ended up with an OK, perhaps not great, job in NYC.

So she works for several years and decides the light is brighter with a masters. Gets herself in to Yale. Even with literally 10's of thousands from her parents, she still ends up with 10's of thousands of debt when she gets her masters in May. And now she is much smarter and unemployed.