The lawnmower

This is day 78 of our self-imposed saver at home undertaking.  Before today I’ve experienced by brain turning to mush several times and I’ve found myself making more emotional decisions versus well thought out rational decisions.
Several weeks ago I wanted to more the lawn for the first time this spring.  Last fall my reliable Briggs and Stratton hummed right along.  It all began with fighting with this new fangled overprotective plastic gas can.  In an effort to fill the lawnmower the gap was not on correctly and I spilled gas all over my hands, the lawnmower and the cement driveway.

I yanked the pull cord and nothing happened.  The cord didn’t move an inch – an inch mind you.  The motor or starter or something was frozen up tight.  During the winter months I fantasized over buying a new self-propelled electric lawnmower – it NEVER needs maintenance.  After several weeks of research I dropped the idea because of the expense.  I had a working lawnmower – no need to spend good money on a different gadget.
 
My wife heard my moaning and came outside to learn what was causing me such pain.  She did fix the gas can so I could fill the lawnmower but watched me yank on the cord with no results.  As a good wife would she reviewed the starting instructions on front of the mower and then gave the cord a good tug to make sure I followed all the appropriate procedures.  She had the same result. 

She looked and me and said – buy the electric lawnmower you want it doesn’t matter what you spend.
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More beautiful words were never spoken.