Sweet Candace
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God, I felt like I was ready to keel over today.
My dad wanted to mow the lawn. I detest mowing the lawn as is. So, about 1 PM I get my socks and sneakers on and go out into the back porch, where the lawn mower is. Pushed it to the edge of the grass in the backyard, but first removed the drain spout that came from the roof over the back porch. I start it up, it starts to run but sputters and stops. I then find that there's not a lot of gas in the tank, so I find the little gas tank and fill it up. I filled it up a little too much and the fuel overflowed. I try to run it again, no luck. I angrily push it back to where I got it from and I look at the push mower we have. My dad bought it when the lawn mower we had was in service because the fuel gummed up in the engine compartment. (My dad didn't run it dry the last time he mowed the lawn before winter.)
The push mower was tough to handle as it always got stuck, but I managed to get through the backyard no problem, because it reality, it's not really a yard at all. It's just a strip of grass. The front yard was the backbreaker. The front yard wraps around the front of the house and alongside it. The grass got really chewed up and now there's no real "grass" in the middle of the yard. My dad goes in a pattern around the yard and that's what he told me to do. The natural material that spawned in my yard made it very difficult to decipher my line and what was mowed and what wasn't mowed. Add in the fact the mower kept stopping and I had re-correct it numerous times, I was teetering on the edge of exhaustion. The mower kept stopping because my yard is littered with pieces of bark from the big tree out front, leaves and little twigs and branches. The twigs and branches would get stuck in the mowing mechanism and cause it to stop in it's place and not budge. The heat and humidity made my anger really boil and when the mower stopped in the front yard, I began tossing it around. I tried one more time to run the mower, no luck.
After about 30 minutes of that hellish experience, I was done with most of the front yard and a little bit left around the front porch. Sweat was pouring down my head like a waterfall, getting stuck on my glasses and causing me to stop to wipe my forehead with my shirt.
After all that, I was finally done, my body soaking wet from all my sweat and I said to myself, "I'm not going back outside again today." I went inside and took a nice, cold shower, which felt so good.
I'm going to tell this to my dad and he's going to say something about something I didn't do that would've caused the lawn mower to run and I'll be cursing myself out for a while after that, not thinking about doing what he'd say.
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(Yep, I was right. My dad said there was dirt in the line to make the mower work. I knew it.)
My dad wanted to mow the lawn. I detest mowing the lawn as is. So, about 1 PM I get my socks and sneakers on and go out into the back porch, where the lawn mower is. Pushed it to the edge of the grass in the backyard, but first removed the drain spout that came from the roof over the back porch. I start it up, it starts to run but sputters and stops. I then find that there's not a lot of gas in the tank, so I find the little gas tank and fill it up. I filled it up a little too much and the fuel overflowed. I try to run it again, no luck. I angrily push it back to where I got it from and I look at the push mower we have. My dad bought it when the lawn mower we had was in service because the fuel gummed up in the engine compartment. (My dad didn't run it dry the last time he mowed the lawn before winter.)
The push mower was tough to handle as it always got stuck, but I managed to get through the backyard no problem, because it reality, it's not really a yard at all. It's just a strip of grass. The front yard was the backbreaker. The front yard wraps around the front of the house and alongside it. The grass got really chewed up and now there's no real "grass" in the middle of the yard. My dad goes in a pattern around the yard and that's what he told me to do. The natural material that spawned in my yard made it very difficult to decipher my line and what was mowed and what wasn't mowed. Add in the fact the mower kept stopping and I had re-correct it numerous times, I was teetering on the edge of exhaustion. The mower kept stopping because my yard is littered with pieces of bark from the big tree out front, leaves and little twigs and branches. The twigs and branches would get stuck in the mowing mechanism and cause it to stop in it's place and not budge. The heat and humidity made my anger really boil and when the mower stopped in the front yard, I began tossing it around. I tried one more time to run the mower, no luck.
After about 30 minutes of that hellish experience, I was done with most of the front yard and a little bit left around the front porch. Sweat was pouring down my head like a waterfall, getting stuck on my glasses and causing me to stop to wipe my forehead with my shirt.
After all that, I was finally done, my body soaking wet from all my sweat and I said to myself, "I'm not going back outside again today." I went inside and took a nice, cold shower, which felt so good.
I'm going to tell this to my dad and he's going to say something about something I didn't do that would've caused the lawn mower to run and I'll be cursing myself out for a while after that, not thinking about doing what he'd say.
[/endrant]
(Yep, I was right. My dad said there was dirt in the line to make the mower work. I knew it.)