White Noise & Weeds
The grass didn’t need it. The weeds did.
I did, too.
I had to venture into the world of axle grease and shear bolts and bush hogs.
And the white noise………………..oh, I needed the white noise…
The fact that it was a productive exercise was a plus, too.
And, I didn’t even shear a shear bolt this time……………Tra La!
On New Year’s Day I hooked up the bush hog and tractor and I mowed the yard and the pastures.
I mowed and I mowed and I mowed.
It was therapeutic.
Nothing to think about too deeply. Just mowing lines and avoiding rocks and stumps and big trees.
Hooking up the drive-train is always tough.
I am lacking the necessary hand strength to adequately mash in that stiff, metal, button-thingie that is meant to attach the gear-thingie to the PTO bigger gear-thingie on the tractor…………….
(Remember the PTO? It still stands for Power Take-Off—–not Paid Time Off). And it still gives me pause……………and a little more than some fear.)
It looks like a heavy-metal, finger-eating monster.
The hardest part was the mashing of “that” button, holding it down long enough to mesh with other gear-cog-stuff and “click”………………while at the same time, I’m hanging upside down behind the big rear tires over the unforgiving metal pokey-bits of other important tractor stuff.
Can you picture it yet?
My thumb is still stiff and swollen and bruised today.
PTO’s hate me.
I hate PTO’s.
My first attempt concluded in the mower’s drive-shaft falling to the ground when I first pulled away and started mowing…
Hmmmmmmm.
My second attempt worked……………and away I went.
What are those thingies called……………those lock-on thingies with the snap-over rings……………..?
I’m always loosing them…
Apparently, they are important…
Well, the mowing was ultimately completed.
I didn’t have to talk for hours (except to Patrice).
And the weeds all got whacked.
So all things considered, it was a good therapy session.
And here’s a plus, I still have ten fingers……..