I am typing this with the laptop on my tummy. I don’t recommend this position as one that is terribly good for accuracy and speed. The “backspace” button is my new best friend.
On the plus side, one-third of one-tenth 0f the weeds down by the iris are now gone. On the downside, I left lots of little weed piles for Dad to clean up. He’s guaranteed to be pleased about that.
Hopefully, he’ll direct all his “pleased-ness” at the lawn mower people. He took the mower in for repair the other day (don’t ask why. I have no clue nor any interest in finding out). Today, he discovered that they gave him back a squeaky mower. He had a marvelous time playing with the lawnmower and the WD-40, and then set out to mow the lawn.
I don’t exactly know what the current problem is, but it involves a lot of new and interesting expletives and a lot of not-so-great sounds from the lawn mower.
I expect someone will be getting a call on Monday.
Rule for Life: Lawnmowers only break on weekends. Lawnmower repair people never work on weekends.
Have a great weekend, sweetheart.