Annual physical; new (to me) physician. I asked for flu shot; Dr talked me into pneumonia shot, too. Nurse popped flu into left shoulder, akin to being slugged in a school-yard fisticuffs setto. Popped the pneumonia into the right shoulder. Much like being kicked by a mule. Shod mule. Yikes.
Mechanic overhauled carburator on the chain saw, brought it home. I went on a dead-wood rampage, cutting dross from the austrees. Only what I could reach from the ground, of course. The rest will succumb to the winds over time.
Lawn tractor is going to have to be retired. Think it beyond salvation. Well, the lawn season is nearly over; what better time to make the change. Please! Someone have a good sale on good equipment.
This. This post is evidence of the desperation I encounter recently in maintaining the blog. Never much cared for stream-of-consciousness writing, and here I am engaged in it. Forgive me, Readers, for I know not what I do. Seriously, I know not what I do.
(I spelled "carburetor." Spell check suggested the change you saw above. I still think it should have an "e." Eh? I mean "a." Not so much. Okay. I cared enough to give my very best. Looked it up, and the "e" is correct, except in the Commonwealth. So why did. . . ? Next thing we know, spell check will be suggesting an extra "u" here and there. Just for color, and stuff. Never mind.)
Wife says, "The car has a problem. There's water in the carburetor."
"No way," says Hubs, "and you don't even know what a carburetor is."
"Certainly do; and there is water in the carburetor."
"Alright, already. I'll check it out. Where did you leave the car?"
"In the pool."
Yeah, yeah. It was funnier when cars had carburetors.