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7/18/2006 Monday's weed whacking and other assorted stuff.If there's anything I can manage to say, it's "I'm whooped". Here, allow me to explain. Mum and I decided to go out and buy a weed whacker this afternoon. Of course, we're having that nasty heat wave and the temp. was around 95 degrees at 1pm. We went over to the store and found a nice FeatherLite (or whatever) and grabbed it... along with a 2 gal. gas can and some oil stuff. Once the temperature cooled down (pfft, yeah right) we went up to the house and I prepared to whack my brains out. Heh heh... getting it all set up was a breeze. Only difficult part was the fact that the "weeds" are about as tall as I am... rounding up to a little over 5'. Yeah, exactly. So for the first few minutes I had a blast chopping away, slashing back and forth at full throttle. Then the inevitable. *Choke* *Cough* *Hack* *Clunk* *Die* Yeah, in that order. I figured it was a bubble in the gas line that got stuck or something, so I set it down and almost touched the engine. Yeah right! That thing started smoking about as much as a bunch of rednecks at a bonfire. I wasn't about to go near the thing. If it was going to blow up, I wasn't about to go near it. I'm sure it has longer than a day's worth of a warranty, but I sure don't. So I grabbed the clippers and did some manual labor. It was a little easier, but my back started swearing at me about 5 minutes into the whole ordeal. A bottle of gatorade later and a few more scratches on my sunglasses, I threw the shears down and had another attempt at the temperamental grass eater. It started just fine, no smoke at all. Choked out after about two minutes in, but that's before I figured out that you're supposed to run it full throttle on half-choke for 10 seconds before switching it to run. Leave it to a full-fledged Pole to throw the instruction booklet aside. Heh heh. So after that episode, I pretty much alternated between using the weed whacker and the clippers. But I did get a lot done regardless, and it's starting to look nice. But here's another part to the story. I decided to go down to the stream and see if the ducklings were out floating around and I brought the clippers with me. When I jumped off of a log it felt like I hit some thorns on my left knee (I was wearing my insanely "holy" pants with two huge holes on both knees) but I shrugged it off. After realizing that the grass was WAY too high to go trudging through and the risk of stepping in the mud with my good Converse (because I have them so they're really loose-fitted and fall off easily) wasn't worth it, I marched back through the same grass (you would think that I'd figure it out the first time - the grass bites!). When I got back up to the house I looked down at my knee because it felt like it was burning, just to find that it had numerous streaks of blood running vertically down my kneecap. Lovely! I think the grass and I will get along just fine... But in other news, the call for the Waco is out. Our friend is going to call his cousin sometime soon (he has to call him anyway) and mention the Waco, plus the fact that Mum and I want to take the ride up to see it (seeing as someone doesn't read or respond to their email). Hopefully we can get up there and look at it (by look, of course I mean "revel in its extraordinarily radiant glory"). Plus I took this interesting quiz and had all three of the things equal zero (hence the Tri-Doshic type). Reading that this is extremely rare and that one should retake the test, I took it a couple of times today and got the same result. I promptly emailed the people and asked just how rare it is (my undying excitement for uniqueness). I'm eagerly awaiting a reply from them... heh heh. Who knows? In the mean time I'm downloading some flight planning software offer from the Aviation News people that I always read and Seattle Avionics. I know... Lots O' Links! Heh heh. Alright... I have to get to sleep. Tomorrow's weather should be a bit cooler, but they're calling for severe thunderstorms. Great. If it's not heat, it's rain. You've gotta love the Northeast! -_- TrackbacksThe trackback URL for this entry is: http://elationaviation.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!FD1CF9BB907EDDE0!220.trak Weblogs that reference this entry
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