Thursday, September 02, 2004
Let the Spree Begin!
It's burning a hole in my pocket.
Bought a mower yesterday. The John Deere L-110. Delivered this afternoon. It kicks ass. Mowed my 2.5 acres that hadn't been mowed in 3 weeks of alternating rain and sun in less than 2 hours. Everything works. It has an accelerator pedal. And a cup holder.
When I bought it yesterday, they gave me a John Deere hat. Not one of the traditional bright green ones (unfortunately), but a sedated beige one with the retailer's logo on the front and the John Deere on the side. Pretty low-grade John Deere brand-identity stuff. But I wore it today while I mowed.
Gave me an odd feeling. One of those things I thought I'd never do -- wear a John Deere hat (or own a John Deere tractor for that matter). Not that I had any deep held objection to it per se. Just that I thought it unlikely considering my particular character and situation. Live and learn.
Sue also bought a dryer. The old one was 10 years old, we were due. And she went to the Sears outlet store and got a deal on one. We've been having problems with the dryer not wanting to run. I haven't been able to identify whether it was the dryer or the wiring/circuit breaker. I'd been leaning (strongly) toward it being the dryer which is why I didn't put the kibosh on this purchase. Got it home, got the cord attached, got the vent hose attached and bang! Dryer still doesn't work!
Nothing is ever easy. This is the homeowner/DIY'ers motto. This has been pounded in to me. Longterm by scores of projects that take longer and are vastly more complicated than originally planned. Shortterm by this damn bathroom floor (I'm looking at you, bathtub cold-water pipe!).
So, it ain't the dryer, it's the circuit breaker (that's the theory of the moment). So I've removed the breaker from the panel so's I can purchase a replacement on the morrow. This required shutting the dang power off to the whole dang house. Of course we could not find one of the 74 flashlights we have purchased to expidite this project. So Sue held a lovely decorative candle for me as we huddled in the dark basement while I poked metal things into the high voltage wires.
If it ain't the breaker, I'm going to be PISSED.
Not that that matters to anyone. I seemed to spend somewhere between 60 and 85% of my life pissed.
I'm still researching on my camera. I've also 90% (what the hell is up with all the %'s) resolved to either rent or buy a banjo. I've always wanted one.
Bought a mower yesterday. The John Deere L-110. Delivered this afternoon. It kicks ass. Mowed my 2.5 acres that hadn't been mowed in 3 weeks of alternating rain and sun in less than 2 hours. Everything works. It has an accelerator pedal. And a cup holder.
When I bought it yesterday, they gave me a John Deere hat. Not one of the traditional bright green ones (unfortunately), but a sedated beige one with the retailer's logo on the front and the John Deere on the side. Pretty low-grade John Deere brand-identity stuff. But I wore it today while I mowed.
Gave me an odd feeling. One of those things I thought I'd never do -- wear a John Deere hat (or own a John Deere tractor for that matter). Not that I had any deep held objection to it per se. Just that I thought it unlikely considering my particular character and situation. Live and learn.
Sue also bought a dryer. The old one was 10 years old, we were due. And she went to the Sears outlet store and got a deal on one. We've been having problems with the dryer not wanting to run. I haven't been able to identify whether it was the dryer or the wiring/circuit breaker. I'd been leaning (strongly) toward it being the dryer which is why I didn't put the kibosh on this purchase. Got it home, got the cord attached, got the vent hose attached and bang! Dryer still doesn't work!
Nothing is ever easy. This is the homeowner/DIY'ers motto. This has been pounded in to me. Longterm by scores of projects that take longer and are vastly more complicated than originally planned. Shortterm by this damn bathroom floor (I'm looking at you, bathtub cold-water pipe!).
So, it ain't the dryer, it's the circuit breaker (that's the theory of the moment). So I've removed the breaker from the panel so's I can purchase a replacement on the morrow. This required shutting the dang power off to the whole dang house. Of course we could not find one of the 74 flashlights we have purchased to expidite this project. So Sue held a lovely decorative candle for me as we huddled in the dark basement while I poked metal things into the high voltage wires.
If it ain't the breaker, I'm going to be PISSED.
Not that that matters to anyone. I seemed to spend somewhere between 60 and 85% of my life pissed.
I'm still researching on my camera. I've also 90% (what the hell is up with all the %'s) resolved to either rent or buy a banjo. I've always wanted one.
// posted by Frank L. Dempsey @ 12:15 AM 
