Another night of contending with my lawn mower. I suppose I should pity the thing. It’s dying. The guy at the shop said fixing it isn’t worth the price of replacing it. So I’m running it as long as I can, until its wife becomes a grass widow, or my fuel mixture runs out.
But it’s a temperamental patient. It smokes as it runs, and when it gets tired it stops, refusing to start again until it’s rested. Which makes mowing an indefinite operation.
Hence the lateness of this post.
And all I’ve got to share is this link from Dale Nelson, about the release of a new edition of The Saga of King Heidrek the Wise, translated by Christopher Tolkien.
Like my lawn mower, I can only do what I can.
I use a push reel lawn mower, which means that it’ll keep running until Kingdom come and also that I’m the one who needs to stop and rest from time to time.
Give me ample warning the next time you’re passing through; I might be able to score you a newish mower for really cheap. Really, really cheap.
(Yeah, I know that “really” is a really lame adverb.)
Really? ;-\
Roy, if I can make this one last the summer, maybe I could pick it up on my way home from Høstfest?