My lawn is also a jungle right now. (see Beth’s post) It continues to get taller and taller. I have a new mower. I got it on July 22, 2006. (Yay! My online memory archive is working!) But my mower won’t stay running. I can get it to start, but it dies unless I keep pushing the primer bubble to send fuel through. My internet searches tell me that if that much is happening, it’s not the fuel line. The consensus seems to be that I need to disassemble and clean the carburetor. Huh?
So I’m going to have to take my new stupid mower to the stupid repair shop and pay a stupid bill to get it fixed. Stupid.
You should just get a goat.
I thought that was your objective … a tropical jungle.
(if not, how about a cow? It would keep your grass trimmed and you’d never run out of milk)
And a bonus…it would be like living in a tropical jungle in India, what with the cow wandering around and all…
one word…TURF!
Michele brought her son Michael over and he mowed. Wasn’t that nice? And I don’t even have a heart condition!
Wow, Michele and Michael – a fantastic do-gooder duo!