Push comes to shove
Twenty years is a good, long run. Tonight, my prized lawn mower gave up the gears, and is no more. Lots of spin and sound, but the cut wasn’t exactly the deepest. I’d come home last evening to the news that the grass was still in grow mode because there was no power available at the curb. Tests on the extension cords showed that all was in order, but still my pretty pink powertool wasn’t particularly useful. The transmission was over and done.
My neighbours are not part of the longer is better generation. Grass should be green, but above all else, short and green. Ergo, we were off to shop for a replacement. The vote around the kitchen table ruled out a mower that used petrol for locomotion. The idea of bringing a horse into the house didn’t cut it either (even if the horse might have kept things well trimmed). Ditto for the goat that I have been trying to foist off on friends.
Our choices were simple; another electric (with an umbilical) or a push ’em, pull ’em reel mower. Battery technology is so next year. After a long discussion with the pair of involved sales people, we decided to be totally ecological and go for the force of the arm (soldier mode). Some time next week, a new and completely portable reel mower will come home from the local box store and our lawn will be trimmed into submission. Until then, enjoy the rich green plant life that surrounds the house.
American Idol can claim to have completely jumped the shark this evening, for the season final. After Kara’s faceoff against Bikini Girl, Adam has just been onstage in a manga-inspired jacket, fronting for Kiss. I rest my case.
