Thanks
@Obo , and enjoy the new ride. Makes it a lot less work, in my experience. Except for the trying to get mine running again (small details), my non-scientific research indicates roughly a 250% increase in production (or results.)
Put another way, it takes me two-and-a-half the amount of time to cut my yard walking behind a push mower (with half the cutting width of the rider, which seems logical), untold and immeasurably more exertion, and a lot more sweat, than it does to sit on my fat arse and steer and raise and lower the mowing deck.
So good on ya.
But I don't have to mess with snow blowers, so there's that.
I've already been up for 2 hours, finished my pot of Black Rifle, and will do some things today.
Later, most likely.
Got to finish my piddling, first, and of course check in on all you guys.
Later we'll have lunch with one of our nieces... the restaurant is called something like Culinary Dropout, now housed where the Macaroni Grill used to be (R.I.P.), one of my all-time favorite eateries.
The Penne Rustica (grilled shrimp, prosciutto, and chicken on a bed of pasta) and their brick-oven-baked bread was like nothing else.
But in a delicious way.
Alas, that fine eatery is no more.
Nor is Alabama's oldest Red

Lobster just up the road (like, since I was in junior high school, for a time reference). But goodness knows, I could see this coming years ago. Crummy food (everything except the salad and cheese biscuits were frozen), no upgrades, little maintenance, dingy and dated appearance, and more.
And here, once again, I've wandered down a rabbit trail, lost my way, and have no idea of what or if I was gonna tell y'all about anything else.
Which may directly indicate the level of importance, I suppose.
At least I entertain myself, with such ambivalence and lack of direction.
But at least it's not hurting anyone.
So I'm having a warm, breezy, typical sunny and hot late-June summer Saturday.
My time of year.
No lake, no beer, no waterskis, and no boat, but that's ok.
It's summertime, and I'll get by.
Summer won't be here forever (the Endless Summer, at least in the South, was a myth.)
Have a great day, won't you please?