Bri can still fix things!


Busy is how I’ve been since Bri’s accident. I don’t actually mind and he’s getting much more helpful. He can now cook and do dishes. Today exemplified the typical strategy of me always trying to squeeze in one more thing. It’s been raining here for days and the lawn is getting so long. It’s starting to seed (Bri said I’m 100 for noticing). I had gotten groceries, cleaned the house, started laundry, painted the basement living room and was enjoying delicious lasagna soup Brian made. However, I just kept staring out the window at the yard. It’s getting really long and it’s supposed to rain for five more days. NORMAL people wouldn’t care if their yard got too long, but I have ulterior motives for keeping mine short. I’m deathly afraid of snakes. They are all over out here and when my yard is too long, it looks like prime snake territory.

I decided to Google whether you could mow wet lawns. BINGO, Google told me it was better to mow than let the grass grow long. It was getting late (about 7:45pm) but I knew I had some daylight left. I promptly finished eating and headed outside to mow the lawn. First thing my neighbors to the left came out and said “you’re not supposed to mow your lawn when it’s wet”. I assured them that it was okay and that I had cleared it on Google first. I’m not even sure they know what Google is (all my neighbors in the cul-de-sac are retired). I then proceeded to mow the front lawn. In the meantime, my neighbor across the cul-de-sac sat outside and shook his head at me. I could tell I was creating quite the ruckus amongst the neighbors by breaking the age old “don’t mow your lawn when it’s wet rule”. Oh well I was thinking ….. I’ll show them!

Off to the backyard. The grass out back was really, really tall and it was almost stalling the mower but I persevered. Then it happened, I heard the loud clang and I stopped the mower. I turned it over, cleaned it out and everything looked okay, but the belt was loose. Then I went to start it again and nada, the cord wouldn’t even pull. %*$&! I thought, if I don’t fix this then I’m going to have to borrow the neighbors lawn mower. I knew they’d say “well you shouldn’t mow wet grass.” I had seen my dad and brothers fix lawn mowers before so I figured maybe I had a genetic predisposition. I went into the garage and assembled the necessary tools for taking apart the mower. I got the top plate off and realized it was way more complicated then I’d thought. That’s when I went and got Brian. I told him he had too fix the lawn mower so I could save face amongst the neighbors.

I rolled the lawn mower into the garage for Brian too work on and I started raking up the grass. Then I heard it, the rumble of the lawn mower. I ran into the garage and yelled “how did you fix it?” Bri looked at me laughing and said “I pulled the cord.” Sa-weet, now I can finish mowing tomorrow.

3 Comments so far

  1. Chandra on June 1st, 2009

    LOL. Sometimes it takes a few pulls when it gets shit underneath. Our mower must have died 30 times out at the farm mowing 12 ft weeds.

    hey brian, can you give nathan some tips on cooking. i am sick of making dinner.

  2. James on June 2nd, 2009

    Well, I’m glad you’re not going to have to put Brian out to pasture.

    I also can’t believe you cut long grass wet. It’s not the grass I’m ever worried about, it’s the mower (as you discovered).

    Glad Brian is doing well and glad you could stick to your old neighbors.

  3. James on June 2nd, 2009

    Well, I’m glad you’re not going to have to put Brian out to pasture.

    I also can’t believe you cut long grass wet. It’s not the grass I’m ever worried about, it’s the mower (as you discovered).

    Glad Brian is doing well and glad you could stick it to your old neighbors.

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