We returned to the city a few hours ago. We didn't really want to return. It's mostly because we couldn't mow the lawn up there.
We had asked the technician to drop by the cottage to give the lawn mower a tune up for this morning. In the meantime, we would mow it on Saturday. It wouldn't start. We figured we'll wait until this morning; the weekend wouldn't be lost. Well, it turns out that the guy doesn't serve that part of the county on Mondays. It will be on Friday instead.
The lawn is so long that if we don't mow it soon, we'll have to braid it. The grass sways in the breeze like miniature palm trees. If I ran through it, the blades would cut my shins. You get the idea.
Patricia will be taking a vacation day on Friday to have the lawn tractor serviced, and then spend hours and hours mowing the lawn with the blade set to the highest level. A day or so later, she'll have to mow it a second time, with the blade at a lower level. The amount of mulch that will be produced by this iterative process will be considerable.
I'm not complaining, at least not much. It's been too rough a month for complaining about minor things. But we'll never buy another lawn tractor from Sears. Big mistake in 2006. They messed up everything about the original order. And to get a service call would have tried Job's patience. I don't know if they just don't care, or they're totally incompetent in the customer service arena.
We wish we had bought a John Deere lawn tractor. It would have been delivered on time. It would have arrived assembled. And there would have been local service.
Besides, John Deere hats look cool.