Yes, I cry a lot but this is not about crying. It’s about my lawnmower.

We have these amazingly tall dandelions growing in the yard so I finally got time to go after them this morning. I started the lawnmower up as usual. But as I begin to mow I think, “Dude, you sound very unmotivated”.

It’s doing the job but the gusto normally heard in the mower is just not there. I feel like I should be pushing it slow while drinking a martini and listening to sexy music. James Bond style.

I mow a little bit longer thinking it’s weird but that the neighbors probably really appreciate my smooth, almost soundless machine.

Then I want to light a long cigarette to go with my martini and suave machine.

And it hits me: this is going to take all day!

No, thank you.

I called David out and tell him that my machine sounds distinctly unmotivated and, while I can hear the sexy music in my head, it’s really too early for a martini.

He laughs and asks me if I had unchoked the mower. Doesn’t that usually happen automatically? I guess it does but it didn’t this time.

So now, the mower has it’s gusto back. I’m loud, I’m proud. Jammin’ to the headbanging sounds of heavy metal in my head while swilling a beer and belching.