Back to the hardware store I went in search of an extension cord. After a lively back and forth about how many meters 50 feet might be, and how exactly I’d be using this thing (Note that “back yard” means nothing here. It is a garden. A back garden.) I finally came away with a pretty nice cord on a rolling spool that cost almost as much as the weed whacker. Whatever. It’ll work.
So, mowing a medium-sized garden with a weed whacker is about as much fun as it sounds. Sort of like cutting grass with a Flowbee. After having a go at the thick bunch of weeds along the perimeter, I decided that I should replace the head with the “extra strong” cord included with the machine. Except you need man hands to get the thing off. This is why I hate yard work. I had to make do with the smaller, presumably weaker cord. It got the job done…in about 45 tedious, arm-wrenching minutes. Hey, but I got my exercise for the day!
One thing I neglected to consider was the shoe situation. Back when I last mowed a lawn (the 90s, maybe? We’ve hired a lawn guy since Liam came to be, James begrudgingly mowed before that, and my big, strong boy roommates took care of the lawn before that.), I had some beat up old sneakers that could get muddy and grass stained. But when packing for this move, I didn’t think to bring my old sneakers. We were trying to economize. So next time the lawn needs a shorn, I’m going to have to get a cheap pair of sneakers. And I’ll have to get James to affix the “extra strong” cord. I bet that will help at least a little.
It’s after noon, the lawn looks…passable…so I think I’ve earned this.
I bought this on my way back from buying the extension cord this morning, heard it was tasty. The guy at the shop asked me if I wanted him to open it…at 10 in the morning. And I was wearing a baby. Is this how the Greeks roll?