Recently at a family dinner. I was talking with my son-in-law, and he shared his recent experience with lawnmowers. I opened the discussion by asking if he was using the riding mower that he had picked up second hand. That got him off on a new mower he had, given to him by a neighbor, which was working. That seemed a little strange.
He shared with me how his old push mower was being mulish. He had worked on the carburetor, made adjustments, made changes that I would have nightmares about and it still wouldn’t work. This struck a resonance in me because I am totally hopeless when it comes to maintenance on the machines.
Why was this a big deal? He is one of those guys who seems to be able to fix or build anything. I would go to him for advice on how to get my lawnmower working. All of his expertise did him no good. It was very encouraging for me to know that, in his old lawnmower, he had met his match. I’m not gloating. I am not rejoicing about his difficulty. I’m just rejoicing in the fact that I am not alone in submission to the world of mechanics.
homo unius libri
Opus 2025-301: I Am Not Alone
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