So two days ago I spent approximately forever trying to get our mower started. I decided to wait until we got some starter fluid. Yesterday it rained. Despite all my toughness I didn’t attempt to start the mower in the rain. Today I tried again. Our next door neighbor told me I wasn’t getting any spark. He came over and helped me get the spark plug out and he told me how to clean it. After messing around for about half a forever unit, I was about ready to give up hope, despite the few clouds of smoke that were now coming out about once every twenty pulls. Before calling it quits, I asked the omnipotent God to start ‘er up. The next pull brought the ol’ smokebreather to life. Some day I’ll stop being surprised at God doing stuff.
I decided I really like mowing on a grey day like today. The little rain earlier kept down the dust, but the grass was dry enough to cut. The sun wasn’t beating down on me (or on anything else).
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