The Cosmic Joke

So, it didn't rain today for a change. I got out the lawn tractor and prepared to do battle with a few acres of grass (which always promises to be an adventure because you never know how many rocks are hiding in it just waiting to sabotage the blades.) Get it out, start it up, make my first pass on the back yard... and get stuck in a rut. Flat tire, and I'm not going anywhere. So I drag several hundred pounds of lawn tractor out of the rut, and take it back to the garage where it will have to wait until hubby can tell me which of the many outbuildings on this property he hid the compressor in. No problem, I'll just do the weed whacking instead. I've got all three batteries freshly charged up and ready to go (battery powered is a must for me; they don't make extension cords that reach 1/4 mile and the gas powered whacker gets awful heavy after carrying it around for a few acres worth of work.) Slide a battery in, start trimming... and the battery dies. Hmm. What do you know, someone unplugged my charger.

The potholes can wait until tomorrow. I need to regroup.