Non sum qualis eram

I guess I jumped the gun.  This is the kind of luck I’ve been having.

It’s supposed to rain for the rest of the week.  Between work and having the kids this weekend, this is probably my last chance to mow for the week.  Okies, no problem.  I just need to get gas for the thing.

The van’s low on gas.  I can’t see the purpose of filling the van and then turning around and going back to the station to fill the gas can.  So, I push it a little.  I come home after work (about 30miles) and grab the gas can.  Okay, I know the only station in town is getting new pumps installed.  No problem, there are two gas stations on the interstate outside of town.  One of them keeps weird hours but the other one is 24 hours and has pay at the pump.  Turns out that some time in the 2 months since I got gas there that both of them shut down.  COMPLETELY shut down.

I get to choose between 8 miles on the highway or 8 miles interstate to get to the nearest towns.  I chose highway.  Last thing I need at this point is bumper to bumper five pm traffic on the interstate.

I make it home and fire up the mower.  Things are going swimmingly.  Neighbors dog is yapping at me.  Thing hates me even though I’ve never been anything but nice to her.  I think she thinks that I’m hurting the kids whenever I wrestle with them.  I honestly think that’s what it is.  No matter lawn is getting mowed.  Then… fap, fap, fap…  somethings hitting in the mower.  Pieces of the belt start flying out like little pieces of fluff and then the rest of the belt goes flying by!

I did 20 minutes on the treadmill and supper is in the oven.  It’s healthy.  I’ll finish the lawn next week.