Another heat advisory day! And, with it, another day of mowing with the walk-behind, battery-operated mower.
My riding mower starts and runs, then dies the instant I drop the blades. Online, there are about a half dozen possible causes. I can't take it to the repair shop because my trailer's hitch is out of commission.
So, every day, I wait until the grass has dried -- rains almost every night -- and mow during the hottest part of the day until the batteries are worn down. I'm pretty worn down by then, too.
I end up showering twice a day, as much to cool off as to get clean. Signs the heat is getting to me: Halfway through I became aware that I was still wearing my glasses in the shower; and later in the day, I realized that I had put some of my clothes on wrong-side out.
Jim, maybe there is some mysterious new creature brought forth by the ridiculous heat. I also found a mangled something-or-other when I was mowing. All I know for sure is that it was brown.
Sometimes, it seems that the folks who make the detour routes are either inept or just plain mean. Was your 20-mile detour at least scenic or interesting?
Lisa, thanks for giving me one more reason not to like Mr. Sullivan, whose fields surround me. He rotates crops, and apparently this year, his sweating corn is adding to my misery! I've lived in the Midwest my entire life and never heard of corn sweat before your post, so I looked it up. Who knew?