Neanderpundit

Don’t be. According to statistics, you’re much more likely to find a weak spot in the second floor, fall through the floor and the ceiling below it, land facefirst in the toilet, get your head wedged in and drown. You’re more likely to stand on a land mine and be flung 1200 feet up in the air, utterly unharmed, until being sucked into the jet engine of a 747 on approach. You’re much more likely to be standing next to a mountain in colorado, and be smothered by an avalanche of breasteses. You’re equally likely to be involuntarily anally probed in your kitchen by aliens. No, not them ones from outer space, them ones from south of the border.

Don’t sweat it, really. Even if you get it, unless you’re old or have a bad immune system, you’re just going to feel like crap for a while.

Working on the cushman, tuneup in the wife’s truck, some crap around the house. And fried up some fajitas and am now watching the Sound of Music.

I haven’t seen this bastard since it first opened in 1965. It’s aged better than me.

Julie Andrews is a looker, even with short hair. Christopher Plummer looks twelve. Eleanor Parker is the tastiest she’s ever been.

And Salzburg is prettier than it has any business being. Damn. Now I remember why I haven’t revisited this movie.

Halfway through the mow this afternoon the tractor started coughing and popping. I figured it was the points, it’s usually a once a year job. I thought I could finish but it kept getting worse.

So I pulled it up to the garage and rooted around in the toolbox. Is it still there? yep. A little Craftsman toolbag with an emery board, a feeler gauge, a 3/8″ open end wrench filed thin on the end, and a shirt pocket screwdriver. I sit down on the right side mower deck and unscrew the point cover. Sure enough the points have worn to about .035″. I sand them so they shine, loosen the locknut, and screw the adjuster in until I get about .018. I tighten the locknut and that brings it out to a solid .020. Put the cover back on, put the tools away, and the tractor fires up and runs like it just rolled off a showroom floor.

46 years old, and it still mows like a new one.