The Finch Formerly Known As Gold

12 May 2004

Gray skin rots in the hot sun

I fought the lawn, and the lawn won.

Actually, I'd subdued about 94 percent of the area in question when the mower sputtered to a halt. Out of gas. Screw this, I thought, and went back inside to catch my breath and start dinner.

Later, I popped back into the yard, surveyed the scene, and contemplated the possibility of finishing up, when a wandering cloud, obviously tickled at the prospect, dumped a lot of water on the premises and moved on just as fast as possible.

So six percent of the back yard gets ignored this time around. Fortunately, it's not one of the areas that grows most quickly.

Posted at 10:22 AM to Surlywood

We got an electric. Sick of the fumes and running out of gas. And Angi can push it, theoretically.

Posted by: Dan at 10:30 AM on 12 May 2004

I thought about that, but reasoned as follows:

1) If it has a cord, I'm almost certainly going to shred that cord in a thoughtless moment. (I once cut through the cord of a hedge trimmer; the fireworks were astonishing.)

2) If it doesn't have a cord, it's going to be relatively weaker, and it may not be able to store enough juice to do the entire back yard, which maxes out at 90 feet across.

Fumes, on the other hand, are no one's friend — unless you're driving along about ten miles from the nearest filling station.

Posted by: CGHill at 11:08 AM on 12 May 2004