With nearly 20 miles in my legs, I was not feeling all that energetic at the start of today’s lumber, but some early critter encounters gave me a lift, and I ended up getting another 7-mile loop in, and now sit at 26.50 miles on the week, and will no doubt hit my 30-mile goal on Friday morning.
More Unrelated Tales From a Moron:
After my hike, breakfast, and a shower, I decided it was time to change the blade on my (El) Toro lawnmower. No biggie, I’ve done it before, but rather than go to the engine shop where I got the mower, I went to Tractor Supply Company so I could pick up some chickens, a horse blanket, a gun safe, a bale of hay, and a new socket set after losing most of my sockets in various moves over the years. They were out of bull semen, but I got a rain check.
They had two 21″ blades in stock; I opted for the mulching blade, but what I didn’t see was that the one I bought was a different brand that happened to be mixed in with the Toro blades and used a different mount. Shit!
No worries, I’ll return that blade tomorrow, but this time, I’m going to cut to the chase and go to the small engine shop where I bought the mower; something I should have done in the first place.
I was in; they got me the blade, and I was out, home, and ready to blade up.
Hmmm… why is it so snug? Turns out, after looking at the receipt, they gave me a 22-inch blade, NOT a 21. Shit.
With that, I was back in the car for my THIRD attempt at getting a new blade. Only this time, as I made my way there, my windshield got hit with a rock and chipped; now I gotta get that shit fixed before it gets worse. Shit.
Here come the antlers!
Finally, I made it home, mounted it up, and can cut the grass this weekend with the knowledge I have a new blade on my mower. And a chip on my windshield.
Oh, and the strange thing was that about five or six years ago, the windshield of Escape-I got chipped, and it happened literally in front of a windshield repair place down the road from me. Today’s chip to Escape II (Electric Boogaloo) happened on the same road, in front of the same windshield repair place! I think they’re runnin’ a scam.
The only good thing to come from the post-hike mower blade debacle is that despite the trips, the mistakes, and the windshield, I was calm and cool and took it all like a champ. Who says therapy, antidepressants, and immersing one’s self in complete apathy don’t work??
Later.