Eve....but not of Destruction

[captainsblog]

All the Parts for All the Things came this week. Eleanor got her knife sharpener blades- badly packaged, but she got the old ones out and the new ones in. I, meanwhile, got to re-assemble our reel mower after the four replacement handles arrived to replace the one dead one I'd gone through a couple of weeks ago. (After finding them so hard to find, I figured I'd go with a bulk order this time.) Last summer, to fend off future replacements, I actually bought a whole new duplicate mower, cannibalizing only the handles from that assembly, so I had enough this time to build a completely new one. Only this one's replacement handles weren't the dull black of our original WALL-E, but, rather, gleaming silver. Or, as we started calling her,-



-Eeee-va!


Here the two of them are, with WALL-E not-so-secretly admiring his new love:




In time, I took Eve out on her maiden run about the back forty, which worked out fine.... until I bashed my brain- twice- into the Russian olive tree near the back corner of the house proper. My peals of pain were enough to make Eleanor come back and check on me the second time, and I managed to Have Words with her about her concern for me. It was hundreds of words, not thousands of words, millions or billions or trillions of words...   but I still regretted them, and we worked our stuff out by round lunchtime, in time for a lovely dinner hour with the kids, and the animals, and each other:)

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"Eve of Destruction" may also bring some of you older oldsters back to a 60s singer named Barry McGuire.  That last name figured prominently in the first season 3 Lewis episode that I finished earlier today, titled "Counterculture Blues," where a fictional 60s band resembling more some combination of Fleetwood Mac (pre-Buckingham/Nicks) and Jefferson Airplane (not British, but so what) figured prominently in the lives and deaths of many people in the 90 minutes allotted.

The ep was very well done, with any number of reveals coming quietly, stealthily, and at the very end suddenly. Robbie's also crossed over nicely into the generation of his mentor without actually overdoing his connections to Morse, the only obvious one being this exchange between him and HIS young inexperienced (as he once was) sidekick:

Lewis: Do you know what I'm doing? Trying to think like Morse.
DS James Hathaway: [facetiously] Does that mean we're going to the pub?

::They indeed DO go to the pub, and, with the help of any number of salt shakers and ketchup bottles, largely figure the bloody thing out::

As Harris said about Wojo in the final Barney Miller episode: "You are sooooo improved!"

Comments

[bill_sheehan.livejournal.com]

Just a thought: There are nice young men who will happily mow your lawn on a regular basis for far less than the cost of defending a divorce action.

Now if only I can find the same service for home repair.

[captainsblog.livejournal.com]

I'd rather not pay somebody else to solve my own problems for me.

Wait- that's what I get paid to do;)

[firynze.livejournal.com]

Yay for having multiple working mowers, complete with shiny shiny handles!

...but ow, whacking yourself and then having an argument is no good. :(