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the battle is over...
Operation: Lawn Mow is a semi-success.
the backyard is essentially done, except for a few stray patches.
the front yard, however, has some interesting mowed spots, but the majority is undone. and now, it's raining.
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total time spent fratzing around: three-and-a-half hours.
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i went out there with pliers and determination. the mower would run for about one trip around the lawn, then die. i located the throttle cable and tightened it up, and it would do the same thing (only it ran longer, so i thought i was on to something.) when it's running, it sounds great. no gas smell, no oil burning, no pistons pissing (or whatever it is that pistons do) and no knocking or backfiring. but halfway around the yard, it would slowly die. if i backed off the choke, it would die even quicker.
after tinkering with the throttle cable, i called it a day. the knuckles on my left hand have taken a beating and are swollen, my shoulders are killing me and so's the muscle in my arm. i'm sure i'll have several other body spots that will be lodging a complaint later; i'm counting on my back to weigh in any time now. i took two tylenol and a Bailey's on ice; a bag of frozen green beans is stuffed into my shirt sleeve and i wish i had a jacket made out of them. Gem offered to duct tape all the frozen sundries we have in the freezer to my body, but i politely declined, thanking her for her thoughtfulness.
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i am seriously considering a nap.
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i would also kill someone for my twenty-year-old body.
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the thing about chronic pain, you don't really notice it after a certain level. you adjust, and it becomes part of the norm. on top of the chronic pain, if you happen to experience injury or illness, your tolerance is lower (at least mine is) and it really hurts. like, make me cry hurt, in a way chronic pain doesn't, anymore. when i busted my knuckles, that put me over.
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plus the added aggravation of that bitch sitting in the carport now, laughing at me. i am so painting it pink. oh, yeah. with girly details. like, maybe lace stencils or something. i'm gonna trick that wench out like an 8th street ho, just you wait. maybe sparkly wheels, and an umbrella. i don't care if it never runs, it's going to be as pink, girly and sparkly as i can make it.
laugh now, i say. but i will prevail.
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actually, i think the carb needs adjusting, and a new air and fuel filter won't hurt. we'll take it in to the local repair shop, because this is a little beyond me.
see? i should have taken shop in school, like i wanted to.
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one more Bailey's, please. than i might pass out for a bit. i'm really tired.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
the backyard is essentially done, except for a few stray patches.
the front yard, however, has some interesting mowed spots, but the majority is undone. and now, it's raining.
****
total time spent fratzing around: three-and-a-half hours.
****
i went out there with pliers and determination. the mower would run for about one trip around the lawn, then die. i located the throttle cable and tightened it up, and it would do the same thing (only it ran longer, so i thought i was on to something.) when it's running, it sounds great. no gas smell, no oil burning, no pistons pissing (or whatever it is that pistons do) and no knocking or backfiring. but halfway around the yard, it would slowly die. if i backed off the choke, it would die even quicker.
after tinkering with the throttle cable, i called it a day. the knuckles on my left hand have taken a beating and are swollen, my shoulders are killing me and so's the muscle in my arm. i'm sure i'll have several other body spots that will be lodging a complaint later; i'm counting on my back to weigh in any time now. i took two tylenol and a Bailey's on ice; a bag of frozen green beans is stuffed into my shirt sleeve and i wish i had a jacket made out of them. Gem offered to duct tape all the frozen sundries we have in the freezer to my body, but i politely declined, thanking her for her thoughtfulness.
****
i am seriously considering a nap.
****
i would also kill someone for my twenty-year-old body.
****
the thing about chronic pain, you don't really notice it after a certain level. you adjust, and it becomes part of the norm. on top of the chronic pain, if you happen to experience injury or illness, your tolerance is lower (at least mine is) and it really hurts. like, make me cry hurt, in a way chronic pain doesn't, anymore. when i busted my knuckles, that put me over.
****
plus the added aggravation of that bitch sitting in the carport now, laughing at me. i am so painting it pink. oh, yeah. with girly details. like, maybe lace stencils or something. i'm gonna trick that wench out like an 8th street ho, just you wait. maybe sparkly wheels, and an umbrella. i don't care if it never runs, it's going to be as pink, girly and sparkly as i can make it.
laugh now, i say. but i will prevail.
****
actually, i think the carb needs adjusting, and a new air and fuel filter won't hurt. we'll take it in to the local repair shop, because this is a little beyond me.
see? i should have taken shop in school, like i wanted to.
****
one more Bailey's, please. than i might pass out for a bit. i'm really tired.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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