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I had rather oily hands (actually it was just my left hand) this evening and a somewhat oily shirt too. The shirt actually was the recipient of some of that left hand oil--it was easier than going inside to get a rag or paper towel. This past Sunday was my first bout of lawn mowing of the year. It lasted less than an hour and what terminated the session was my running out of gas. Or so I thought. Today when I commenced session two (it normally takes me 3 sessions to mow my lawn though this early when I'm not used to it, it'll take me 4) I found that I couldn't start the motor. The pull cord would not even budge---I nearly tore out my elbow discovering that little gem of information. When you're expecting to move your arm 2+ feet in a smooth motion with a lot of torque and you only actually move it a few inches... let's just say that it's not good for you. Anyway, it turns out that the reason the mower quit on Sunday was that a huge clod of dried grass from las...

A couple of weeks ago Chris went to a family reunion. She didn't bring me. The gods weren't happy and struck down her deck umbrella. An alternate explanation might be that she left the umbrella unfurled and vulnerable on a stormy weekend. Toe-may-toe, Tah-ma-to. Y' know? In any case that to the left is what is often referred to as the short end of the stick . Umbrella stick, in this case. As you can see, the wind (aka god's wrath) frickin' snapped that puppy like a twig. Actually, I suppose in a way the umbrella pole is a twig like thing so it makes sense that it was snapped that way. In any event, Chris asked me to load up the umbrella into my car at the end of last weekend and take it back to my house where I could have the pleasure of repairing it. Whee! Here's more background, the umbrella was on her deck when she left for the weekend and was gone when she got back on Sunday. The next day she looked around a little and the part that snapped off had sailed ri...