The Small Engine Mechanic

So I'm just a little slow in getting this day started. Don't ask me why because I'm probably not going to give much of an explanation. I'm a writer. Sometimes we keep odd hours. That's the best that I can do.

Today I'm going to see if I can be a small engine mechanic. My Dad lives in West Virginia and I can hear him laughing now as he reads, but nonetheless I'm going to try my hand at it. My lawnmower is refusing to start yet again. I ran into this problem earlier this summer and fixed it by taking the top off and adjusting something until it started running. I had no idea what I adjusted then and I still don't know today. All I do know is that the same fix  isn't working this time.

Plan B is to take the lawnmower apart, see what it looks like on the inside, fix whatever is obviously wrong with it and then see if I can put it back together. Sounds like fun, right?

Yesterday turned out to be an excellent writing day. Despite some scoffing at my drink preferences by The Student Knitter I cranked out an entire chapter to the tune of four glasses of Kool-Aide. I thought it was a pretty successful stretch at the keyboard and it proved that you can never be too old for Kool-Aide.

Since it's 12:30 already today it's time to load up my iPod and see what kind of damage I can do with the mower.