This morning I woke up with a checklist of chores in my head which included mowing the lawn and doing other yard work, finishing my laundry and repacking my "war bags" for the next fire assignment. None of which sounded fun. I've also got to either buy or make potato salad for our bbq tomorrow, and also possibly make deviled eggs if I was feeling extra frisky. I'm thinking I'm not going to feel extra frisky. I don't know yet.
So I've managed to repack my war bags and finish the laundry. I got my boots on and went outside to my work shop to get the lawn mower. I checked the oil and that it had fuel in it, wheeled it out to the front yard, primed it and pulled the cord. It sputered and died. I pulled the cord again and got nothing. I pulled another 5 or 6 times. Nothing. So I primed it again and it sputtered and died. This continued for about 5 minutes and I let it sit for a couple minutes. I repeated the process but never got past the sputtering phase. So I read the manual. For troubleshooting I have to call the company. Forget it. I gave it another shot and then parked it in front of the work shed.
I went inside and plopped myself down on my bed and wished I had a man around to start my lawn mower (and maybe mow the lawn?) and fix my sprinkler system. That's another thing. Fixing my sprinkler system would demand that I crawl under my house with the black widow spiders and rewire the electrical system. Yeah...about that....
I often find myself wishing I had a man around to do some of the harder stuff, but then a voice pops into my head that I need to just man up and do the job. It occured to me as I lay on my bed pouting that I actually am a girl. I was born a girl and to this day remain a girl. Last I checked. So I told myself that sometimes it's ok to be a girl. But my lawn is still not mowed, so I'm guessing that little epiphany got me nowhere. I'm going shopping. That'll solve everything.
