May 14th, 2005

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Mowage denied

So I have yet to mow my lawn this year. I know, I know. I'm a bum. But, between my schedule and the weather, there were maybe three chances to mow since I returned from India. I tell ya, if I could mow at 3:00 a.m., I'd totally have it done by now.

So today was going to be the day. I woke up at about 2:30 p.m. It was sunny. There was evidence of prior rain and even though the lawn remained a bit wet, I figured better to mow and rake off the wet clippings then to let it go another week. So I pulled out the mower and, sigh, no gas. No problem, there's a station just up the street and I need a quart of oil for the car anyway.

I get back with the gas, fuel up the mower and push it around front. By this time, it's looking like it might rain again before too long, so I figured I'd start in the front and at least get that done so that the city doesn't get after me. I prime the mower with the little push bulb on its side, just like one is supposed to with my mower, push the throttle to "rabbit" and give the starter cord a yank.

Gas spits out of the carburetor. I pull again. More gas spits out. I figure OK, I maybe primed it to much (you think?) so I push the throttle back to "turtle" and give it a few more pulls, hoping to clear it out. More and more gas spits out. After five minutes of this, still with the spitting gas.

OK, I know when I'm licked. So I push the mower back in the garage and figure I'll let it sit for an hour or so and give it another try. I go in, watch a little TV and, you guessed it: downpour in about half an hour. I swear, my lawn just does not want to be mowed.
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