Okay, maybe rock star is a bit much. At my age I feel like anything but. Actually, over the last fifteen years I don’t think I’ve ever really felt like a rock star. I sort of just make records and have had the good fortune of all of them doing pretty good.
Up until the beginning of this year I hadn’t lived in a house since the late 80’s, which means that I haven’t had to concern myself with yard work for some 20 years. Even more, I’ve never had the delightful opportunity to immerse myself in the wonderful world of landscaping and garden tools. So yes, I’m a late comer, but that certainly doesn’t mean that I lack the intrinsic male fascination with all things mechanical, especially garden equipment.
So yesterday I assembled my first Weed Wacker and was so excited to try it out that I ventured out of the back yard, where RJ and I were having coffee with my parents last night, to give it a whirl. Of course, being that I was wearing pajama pants, she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to grab her camera and snap a ridiculous photo of me gleefully trimming the verge.
Last night – and I’m not kidding – I actually dreamed of yard blowers, rider mowers, chainsaws, power washers, and a whole host of other fun gadgets that, according to my subconscious, I desperately want to get my filthy paws on.
There was a time that I was like that with guitars. But having found and purchased most of the guitars that I’ve been after for the last decade and a half, a void has obviously been left. Thus, I have come to the conclusion that I will fill that void with high tech garden machinery so that I can stand around with my neighbour and talk about how awesome we are.
