Punkin Could Use Some Help

It's official. I'm out of shape. After work I went from career girl to novice landscaper in one quick wardrobe change. I got the weedeater out of the shed, set it on the ground in the backyard and immediately called my dad.

"Hey al-gal, what's going on?" Dad I need some help with a weedeater. I describe what the weedeater looks like, the switches on it, etc. He then proceeds to tell me how to start it. I hang up, and call him back in about three minutes. It would start, but then it would putter out. He told me to release the trigger on the back cuz it was getting too much gasoline now. I turn it and sure enough it starts and stays on. I get the backyard done. Then move on to the side of the fence close to our children's garden. Um, nothings' happening.

"Hey punkin." Dad the string broke off. My dad sits there on my speaker phone with me as he walks me through taking the head apart, restringing it, and putting it back on. The only hard part was holding one end of the string that I'd managed to finagle into the hole and trying to work the other string through the 2nd hole. Hmm. So I was definitely holding the string with my teeth while working my fingers in between the head and the coil to get it in through its corresponding hole. But we did it. He sat there patiently on the phone with me through it all as I'm trying to understand and figure this weedeater out. (My dad is a good man.)

So the weedeater is ready for use again. I go ahead and finish the side of the fence, trying real careful like to not hurt the flowers. But none of them got beheaded so that was nice. Then it was time to move across to the front of the yard. I did the edging, then realized two things. One, I'm dirty. There's grease on my shirt, grass all over me, and I smell like the gas/oil mixture for the weedeater and sweat. Yummy. The second thing is how out of shape I am upper body strength wise. Its been quite a while since I worked shift work lugging 36 bottles of coke every 30 minutes, and even longer since I spent hours a day aiming at a bale of hay until my mom told me to put my bow down cuz it was getting too dark to see.

But the lawn only needs to be mowed now. And I've got the weedeater for a few more weeks so I'm sure I'll get more practice with it. As long as my dad is still available I think we can get it done together.