Why is my mower now stationed in the living room? I think the picture is self explanatory… Artie’s new toy must be protected; and in truth since the mower is brand new it’s no big deal.

It fits

Waiting… Just waiting… I was fine until a walk around the neighborhood revealed that most people have shuttered up… of course, we haven’t. I couldn’t lift the wet plywood. Those suckers are heavy! Otherwise we’re prepared.

I hate waiting.