The day’s accomplishments were few and minor. Much of the morning was spent either staring at the toilet while muttering, reading the results of Internet searches for “toilet doesn’t flush right” and “how to plunge a toilet,” and plunging the toilet while swearing. That killed most of the morning with no immediate signs of success.
There were lessons. I have the right kind of toilet plunger, but was doing it wrong. Something about the angle was mentioned as important. In any event, between the tank that frequently keeps running until it is sworn at and the handle is jiggled a couple times to make it stop, and now the rebellion against the basic yet crucial flushing function, I see bathroom repairs in the near future, along with visions of dollars being flushed from the bank account. Oh, goody. Squee!
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| Patchwork yard. |
The recently acquired electric lawn mower was rolled from the shed. It’s a dream – quieter than the old gas mower, infinitely easier to start, and maneuvers more easily. The yard was done with zero swearing, which was good because I used up most of them earlier with the toilet. The back yard has more actual grass and was less shaggy, so the mowing there was saved for another day.
The interesting things about the front lawn include the two distinct textures and shades of green represented in whatever grows there, which are more pronounced after mowing. There is the varying density of the deep, rich green blades, and the lighter, brighter green of whatever that stuff is. It's an effect like a patchwork quilt or a really bad shag carpet.
And then there is the interesting smell. Whatever the weird bright green stuff is that occupies more than half the yard smells a bit like mustard when cut. It’s odd, fascinating, and gross.
Sort of like the morning dealing with the toilet.
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