Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Welcome edge ...

J does not know his own strength. Proof of this is the fact that he snapped the pull-rope on the gas edger. He claims the rope was old and fragile, which may be. It was in the repair shop and returned today, new rope, new blade, repaired handle, and all.

Grass runners are preparing to shake hands across the front walk, so the edger is a welcome visitor. If only it would Rumba itself out front and roomba the place.

it is too hot, right now, for human beings to try it.

8 comments:

ol Doc said...

Yers, I never saw a person hurt themselves using a robot vac. Pushing that edger back and forth is asking for heat stroke. Even a riding mower is taking a chance in this weather. I recall Big J. walking through a switch handle at the RR once? Most men broke their shin-bone. He snapped it right off as I heard the tale.

RANGER said...

Another yers. He did indeed.

Once, a heavy bolt snapped in two while I was tightening it. The bolt was defective, though. You could see a bubble on the inside of the shaft where it broke.

I felt like *Wonder Woman* when I broke it. That did not last, however.

ol Doc said...

Pickle jars defeat me. Come to think of it, so do tins of turtle food. You know, the little ring has to be pulled up and then the metal circle unwelds from the edges. I always snap off the ring or the circle gets stuck half unwelded which presents a bleeding hazard. I'm not using the English cuss word, it'd be real bleeding!

RANGER said...

I heart OXO Good Grips jar openers. If necessary, one person can hold the jar while another puts two handed pressure into turning the handle.

Big Ed said...

Speaking of asking for heat stroke. I mow the lawn at six in the even. That way, you know, heat stroke chances are diminished. Anyway, that is when J. moves the cars accross cut grass so I can mow under them and he edges the yard. Then its water bottle time. I sit in the shade in the back yard and just chill.

Zeta said...

Taking my chances, I just pound the spaghetti sauce jar on the floor so I can open without too much effort. As the metal tin, I'll give the item to S. since he has a lot of patience. Slowly, and I just walk away and come back later. Ready to eat son, good job.

I mowed over my foot a little bit and required a bandage in my younger days during the summer heat. After that day, I wore shoes to mow the lawn. Mowing over my foot felt the same way it does when you hit your foot instead of the croquet ball with the mallet. Some of us have to learn the hard way. Flip flops rule but not while mowing the yard.

ol Doc said...

Mowing over body parts - OUCH!
That's about like walking through a railroad switch handle!

RANGER said...

Mowing means lawns, not feet. Oh the utter pain. I have hit my foot with a croquet mallet but I had shoes on. I can't imagine doing that in sandals.