September 10th, 2013


Postcards from Brooklyn

Last night, in an effort to improve our suburban street cred, we bought a lawnmower. And because we are tree-hugging hippies (or maybe dinkies or perhaps some form of crunchy yuppies I really don't know anymore), we got a push one. This is actually because I'm lazy and have some experience with small motors and the mower provided is a four stroke that has been described as 'temperamental'.

Now, I know enough about small engines to know that 'temperamental' means 'won't start without the wind blowing the right way, exactly the right amount of choke, the sacrifice of a virgin or two and pulling the cord to the rhythm of Smoke on the Water precisely 2.5 times'. And it also involves keeping petrol and oil in the shed at all times, which involves remembering to buy it. And then there's the bit where engines are noisy and smelly and the prep and maintenance take up chunks of time that I'd rather spend doing other things.

Frankly, I can't be arsed with all that faffing. A push mower you just get out of the shed, push it around, job done. Tonight, if it's not hosing down, it'll get the inaugural push. Because tidy lawns are important, yo.

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The craft room is now at the stage where it needs a table. Oddly enough, they seem to be quite hard to come by on TradeMe. Maybe I'm being too fussy, or just impatient. I cheekily asked someone for a Buy Now price and the one they put on was double the reserve. Which is way more than the thing's worth, and obviously twice what they were willing to take for it. I'll pay $20 more for convenience, sure, but double? Um, no. But I would like to get on with finishing getting that sorted, so I can disappear in there and make nefarious things.

Also, shearing this weekend. Apparently these ones might have lice. Eek!