(Originally published June 2007)
This time instead of half-way down, I got to within a foot of the ground before 'brzzrt-thud-thud-whirrrrrrr'. I released the safety catch on the opener, re-tightened the cable, then tried closing it again. I think I got about 30 'brzzrt-thud-thud-whirrrrrrr's before I got within inches of the ground. One more tightening, one more 'brzzrt-thud-thud-whirrrrrrr'.
I unlocked the side door to the garage, since it only locks from the inside, and opened the big door again, then dropped it to the ground without the opener attached. One final tighten, and now the door goes up, the door goes down. Door goes up, door goes down.
And if you've ever been thrown into a pool with all your clothes on, just imagine that pool being bathwater warm and extremely salty. That's how I felt by the time this was all done. It should go without saying that I was NOT early for work.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Friday, June 24, 2011
I got this mower at least four years ago, before we left the great state of Wisconsin. I mowed my Wisconsin lawn repeatedly with the fine one-pull-starty goodness that was a new mower after spending two seasons fighting with a 30-year-old start-resistant machine. Since then, Florida 'lawns' have taken their toll on the newness. I might as well have been mowing repeatedly over the stump of our frost-killed palm tree. Or a large rock. The blade was awful. Never have I seen such a thing. A co-worker chastised me, telling me that the blade should be sharpened every year. You should have seen his reaction when I told him that no, I've never changed the mower's oil, either.
I'm a bad lawnmower parent.
But now, the blade is sharp. Sharpie McSharperson. Bladish Von Mowsalot. And, as if to taunt me, the weather turned Florida-humid yesterday before I picked the blade up, just so I couldn't use it. Well, I could have, certainly, but I didn't mow my Florida lawn when the weather was like that, no way was I mowing the Ohio lawn.
And now, the weather's turned mild again between the rain, and I should probably face the task at hand, since Quincy's grazing. Soon, we'll lose him in the great pampas field of our back yard, and I'll have an entire oak grove in the front thanks to the damn squirrels. The neighbors are scalping ever further into my yard with each time they mow, and I don't roll like that. (Why do mowers even come with that lowest setting anymore? We've all learned it's bad for the grass.)
Ooops, wait, it's raining. Never mind.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
The other night should have come as no surprise to me then, as I was blotting blood from my forehead following a gardening accident. I could have put my eye out, so the gash is almost uneventful. I had a tetanus shot in 2002, so I'm good for another year. The cut probably won't even scar, good thing since I can't afford any further damage to my mug. It should heal before my niece's baptism this weekend, though there's always Photoshop to the rescue if not. But still, I have to smack myself for not paying attention.
And that might leave a mark.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
I remember taking that last week easy, as most kids were done learning. The big event was always the ceremonial locker cleaning, where items that never made it home during the school year got crammed into book bags or thrown in the trash. Notebooks, leaky pens, that cool generic Walkman-knockoff cassette player you brought in for a class project, and in the case of one classmate, half the cafeteria's silverware. Ah, memories.
Consider this a final exam for the Spring term, if you must. You know I'll continue to get my nerd on year-round, but if it makes you feel better that this might be the last one for a while, so be it. I'll give you the school, you give me the corresponding film.
Horace Green Elementary
Warren G. Harding Elementary
Welton Academy for Boys
Hemery High School
Rydell High School
Vince Lombardi High School
Westerurg High School
Shermer High School
Grand Lakes University
Make sure you do your homework on this one, I'd hate to see anyone have to repeat the class this summer. Show your work, kids! (And as always, this quiz goes to eleven.)
Extra credit? One of these films featured my favorite author. Which of his books did he write a report on?