My plans today were to write of memories of my visit to the Himalayas in college through a Sherpa-American exchange student program.
But then I bought a riding lawn mower and everything changed. I had to finance it, which tells you either of my current financial condition or tells you about the quality of the mower I bought. Truthfully, I paid less for two cars and four banjos (combined) than I did for this mower. But I got 24 months same as cash so it made no sense to pay up front.
In reading the owner’s manual, it appears that I am not to use alcohol or operate it while fatigued, killing my plans for midnight next Thursday.
I’d write more, but I have to go buy a gas can, an edger and a box of kleenex.
