it’s my favorite season and i decided to mow the lawn. my yard is bipolar. ashy and anemic in the front, lush and tropical in the back. My lawnmower died on me one day this summer, catching a case of hooptyism from the Saturn in the close quarters of the garage.

it got to the point where if i stopped it, it might not start again for the rest of the day, but that day it just cut off in mid mow, and 2 neighbors came to my aid after seeing my futile and backbreaking attempts to get this thing started, which i paid some people to fix at the beginning of spring.

my nextdoor neighbor ended up mowing my lawn after I refused like twice but I think she just wanted to even up the grass between our houses. for a nominal bit of gas, she was on her way. I ended up giving her some movie passes as payment.

that was a good minute ago. and my grass hadn’t been cut since.

cut to tonight, a few weeds decided to jump bad and get grown in my absence. I took them out first, putting off my inevitable date with the pullcord. on the third pull it works! an old almost forgotten sensation returns. my aching back! damned weeding.

So i finish and take my hands off the throttle handle. and nothing happens, and i’m doubting myself because I thought that’s how i made it stop before. but now i’m not so sure. and i just stand aside from it. and it’s still running. and i’m at a loss as how to make it stop.

my main problem with being inept is looking like i’m inept because dude up the street who helped me w/ the starter fluid is ALWAYS outside w/ the yardwork or the car cleaning. and i’m sure he has a highlight reel.

after like 10 seconds of trying to figure out what’s wrong w/ the thing, i disconnected the spark plug.