My husband fixed the lawn mower.

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[TheeGoatPig]

I can't even hang a mirror in my room...

 

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[TheeGoatPig]

Mowing is fine by me if asked. It's just starting up the machine and pushing it around in a predictable pattern for maximum coverage. I can do that without much grumbling.

But finding wall studs than having the courage to sink a nail into them? It kind've scares me...

 

[Vermilion]

sarah went to mow, went to mow a meadow...

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[oggbashan]

Mowing is fine by me if asked. It's just starting up the machine and pushing it around in a predictable pattern for maximum coverage. I can do that without much grumbling.

But finding wall studs than having the courage to sink a nail into them? It kind've scares me...

Wall studs? I can sink a nail in anywhere. Solid walls are great.

My brother moans about running electrical wiring. He has three foot thick masonry for the outside walls and one foot thick masonry for partitions. They built to last in 1639...

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[SeaCat]

Carburetor cleaner, new air filter, choke adjustments, some blade sharpening, some additional tinkering . . .

He can puff out his chest all he wishes.

I remember the first time my brother sharpened the blade on his Lawn Mower. He decided that sharpening them witha file just wasn't the best idea. Instead he took out his honing stons and razored the damn thing. That's right, he razored the blade on his lawn mower.

Well he found out there is a reason you don't do this. He fired up his machine and started mowing. That fast spinning blade didn't just cut and mulch the grass, it pureed it. He got half way through the lawn when the motor lugged down and finally died.

He called my father and asked him what he thought the problem was. My father, well knowing my brother isn't the smartest when it comes to things like this asked him if he had sharpened the blade recently. My brother admitted he had and my father then asked him just how sharp he had made the blade. My brother told him.

My father told my brother to go out back, flip the mower over and tell him what he saw. What my brother saw had my father almost in hysterics even though he expected it.

The grass had been pretty much pureed and then much of it was thrown against the underside of the mower deck. It stuck there and built up until it stopped the blade.

My brother learned an expensive lesson that day. (He killed the engine and had to buy a new Lawnmower.)

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[WRJames]

I have always been discouraged from fixing things by my father's attempts at puttering. Although he was rather wealthy, he was a son of the Depression, and never quite shook it off. So we grew up with a variety of appliances that he had "fixed" -- a furnace that would periodically fill the house with black smoke, a dryer that might on occasion spew oil on the clean clothes, a stereo that only played from the left speaker -- and don't even get me started on lawn mowers. I have lived in my current house for almost thirty years now and I have never purchased a power lawn mower -- that's how traumatic my childhood experience with grass was.

Strangely enough, my son is a mechanical genius, who loves to fix things, and actually gets them to work.