While Mark and Michael were putting a roof on our new shed, I decided to be helpful! I would do a bit of yard work! At first, I raked a huge pile of leaves and started them burning in the fire pits. Everything that is burned has to be covered now so my cute, little fire pits are the leaf-burning pits! After setting those afire, I looked for some other way to be useful...I would do some trimming in the rose garden! I grabbed the weedwhacker thing and headed into the rose garden. Mark had carefully rewound the cord earlier so I knew I was ready to work! I plugged in the longest extension cord that I could find and poked the end into the weed eater! That is when all the trouble started...and promptly ended! When I went to start trimming along the border of the garden, the weedwhacker thingy looked rather strange! It appeared to have lost its head...literally! My poor machine resembled a chicken with its head chopped off! Somehow, the whole part where the string is wound flopped over as if it was dead...and it was..this thing would not cut grass! Nor would it do much of anything else...I did a fine job without even doing a thing! At first glance, I thought perhaps something had just worked its way loose..perhaps a screw was loose! Then I saw the large crack..or chasm as it may be! The whole end had cracked in half! There was no hope..it was a goner!
I toted the remains around to the shed. I could see Michael on the rooftop and could just imagine what his remarks were going to be. The memory of the lawnmower that I broke was still fresh in his mind and he was not beyond teasing me now and again about the total demolition job I had done on that one. If you recall, the lawnmower had far too many missing pieces to ever be used again. I lost a wheel, the handlebar, the gas tank, and the carburetor. The frame was cracked so bad that the motor was tilted far to one side. Yep..I did a fine job on that machine! As I neared the shed, I could see Mark sawing a board to hand up to Michael...I had to face both of them with my newest casualty. From the rooftop, I heard..."Oh, man...Mom has been at it again. That brings back memories of another machine." He then proceeded to ask me if I just hated "green lawn machinery". You guessed it..both the lawn mower and the weedwhacker thingy were green...Weed Eater brand machines. Mark looked up and stared at the trimmer...he murmured something under his breath and just told me that he would get me a new one. Bless his heart! Either he felt really sorry for me or he just did not want to attempt repairing the unfixable! My weed trimming job was postponed for the day. Well, now...I need to go find some other way to be helpful! I wonder if I could use the chainsaw.....hmmmmmmm?
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