I have been laid low by a mouse.
I’ve mentioned ‘The Cancer Garden’ before.
When you next see
an overgrown garden, don’t assume the people are lazy; sometimes there’s a reason
why the lawn isn’t cut.
I finally got my act together 2 months too late.
The grass was about three feet high. Got the old mower out;
that’s the one that’s already been repaired with an old window latch (holding the
handle and the frame together), a coathanger (the carbeuretter) and has a car’s
sparkplug which shouldn’t work but does. There are two replacement wheels that came of an older mower that was a different size.
I had hoped it would last this summer out and then the two of us could die together.
I had hoped it would last this summer out and then the two of us could die together.
Sadly, over the winter, a hungry mouse nibbled away the rubber
primer cover.
Grrrrrh.
I can’t get a spare and even I don't think I can come up with a fix this time.
(perhaps a condom would work?....No?....Ah well)
I don’t want to buy a new one because I won’t get any use out
of it.
Anyway while I think this impossible problem through I
got the old scythe out;
If nothing else, the old scythe gave me a chance to sharpen
it out on the main road, where everyone ignores the 30 mph speed limit. Perhaps
a brief sight of The Grim Reaper will make them think again.
The secret is to make it very, very sharp and to move it
evenly and smoothly about two inches above the ground. Sometimes it works sometimes
it doesn’t.
Here’s the before;
Not too bad, making hay while the sun shines.
Neil Harris
(a don’t stop till you drop production)
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