The EO is currently outside fixing the lawn mower. Or rather, attempting to. You see, last week when attempting to do my wifely duty of 1/2 the yard mowing, I found the cord stuck. I tugged. I thought it was caught on something. It was — the guide it was supposed to be caught on. I unhooked it. Oops.
Now it’s still stuck, but it’s likely that when I unhooked it it pulled back in and unsprung the spring that holds it in place… Not a good thing. Possibly a costly repair, if my mechanical wiz of a husband can’t fix it.
I am pretty handy around the house. I can saw, nail, plane and screw things into place with the best of them. I’m even pretty handy with a plumber’s wrench. But I draw the line when it comes to motors and other things that can explode if I fix them incorrectly. That’s why they certify professionals to fix my car. The EO knows more about motors than I do. I’m not too worried about him blowing himself up, as he’s extraordinarily cautious.
He didn’t blow himself up, but neither was he able to fix it safely in the space we have available, so it’s off to the repairshop with it. In the meantime, the jungle that is our lawn will get denser for a while.