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My Mom at last sold her home where we kids grew up from junior high to high school and a little beyond. It was a little bit of a sentimental occasion, but it's a very nice family from Ireland that's bought the place.
I got to take the old lawnmower for one last test drive. Boy, was that an exercise in frustration :)
My wish list for a less-frustrating lawn-mowing experience:
On the more fun side, mowing over errant chives sure gives an interesting, strong oniony smell to the air :)
One other thing I've noticed, just to keep up the rant, is that garbage bag manufacturing technology seems to have taken a turn for the worse. I had the experience of Rubbermaid's god-awful gray garbage bags which stretched, turned white and broke really easily, to a number of orange garbage bags which spilled their modest contents.
Ah well, frustrating as it all was, it was definitely a poignant reminder to, once we get a decent-sized abode, to plan a little for the blade-chopping chore :)