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dmarleyI'm sitting here playing with the extremely nifty Boggle pen that ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vaklam gave me a couple of weeks ago. It's an actual minature Boggle game, with a little box with teeny letter cubes that comes off the top, a little hourglass that fits into the grip, and, of course, the pen itself to write down words with. I've found a couple of good 4-point words, like "brother," and even got "gathered" out of one game. Much fun. Especially when I can amuse myself so easily by finding "fart."
When I was growing up, we mowed our lawn with a little Cub tractor with a bush-hog attachment--you know, those things they use to mow along the sides of the highways, only smaller. It was often my job to mow the lawn, and it was always an adventure to manipulate the sophisticated system of coat hangers (choke), rubber tubing (hydraulic lift), and twine (mower gear) that made the tractor go. Every time I would make a downhill turn, water would spout from the engine, and if I hit anything substantial, like a branch or root, the blade belt had a tendency to pop off.
Still, it was easier than using the pushmower, which was, in fact, older than I was and rather resembled Frankenstein's monster. My grandfather was a welder, and whenever something rusted off he'd just weld another piece back on. They did put a new--well, different--motor on it when I was in my twenties. But the fact that Pappaw used the old oil from his car and tractors for the mower meant that when it was running, it emitted large clouds of blue smoke, especially when it was actually cutting grass.
You can probably, therefore, imagine what pleasure it was to cruise peacefully around our new lawn on a fully functioning riding mower. Admittedly, the ten million safety features meant that starting the thing--and restarting whenever one of the said saftey features kicked in--wasn't much less complicated than jiggling the coat hanger and wrestling with the rubber tubing on the Cub. But it only took me 45 minutes to do the entire lawn, including numerous stops and starts to figure out what I was doing.
Just found "suet" with my Boggle game. I think my work is done.
vaklam gave me a couple of weeks ago. It's an actual minature Boggle game, with a little box with teeny letter cubes that comes off the top, a little hourglass that fits into the grip, and, of course, the pen itself to write down words with. I've found a couple of good 4-point words, like "brother," and even got "gathered" out of one game. Much fun. Especially when I can amuse myself so easily by finding "fart."When I was growing up, we mowed our lawn with a little Cub tractor with a bush-hog attachment--you know, those things they use to mow along the sides of the highways, only smaller. It was often my job to mow the lawn, and it was always an adventure to manipulate the sophisticated system of coat hangers (choke), rubber tubing (hydraulic lift), and twine (mower gear) that made the tractor go. Every time I would make a downhill turn, water would spout from the engine, and if I hit anything substantial, like a branch or root, the blade belt had a tendency to pop off.
Still, it was easier than using the pushmower, which was, in fact, older than I was and rather resembled Frankenstein's monster. My grandfather was a welder, and whenever something rusted off he'd just weld another piece back on. They did put a new--well, different--motor on it when I was in my twenties. But the fact that Pappaw used the old oil from his car and tractors for the mower meant that when it was running, it emitted large clouds of blue smoke, especially when it was actually cutting grass.
You can probably, therefore, imagine what pleasure it was to cruise peacefully around our new lawn on a fully functioning riding mower. Admittedly, the ten million safety features meant that starting the thing--and restarting whenever one of the said saftey features kicked in--wasn't much less complicated than jiggling the coat hanger and wrestling with the rubber tubing on the Cub. But it only took me 45 minutes to do the entire lawn, including numerous stops and starts to figure out what I was doing.
Just found "suet" with my Boggle game. I think my work is done.