It wasn't really too soon to mow the yard. The little white flowers had passed their peak, the violets are flourishing, and the dandelions-- The dandelions have much too good a foothold.
Sunday, the weather was nice: not overcast, not rainy, not chilly. It wasn't even very windy. After Meet The Press, Tam had range work (followed by her weekly appointment with ribs at Fat Dan's Deli) and I had a nice long soak in warm water. By the time she back, I was ready for the day.
Tam had loaded the dishwasher before she left. I started a load of laundry, checked the lawnmower batteries and put the low on on the charger, and went to work finishing up the new battery in my scooter.
One of the cell covers had been misplaced and once I had the old battery off, I borrowed one from it. With the new battery in place -- which is only awkward, the rubber strap that holds it in place is tricky to fasten -- I tried a rubber stopper for the open cell in the old battery. Too big! I managed to whittle it down to fit and packed the battery away in the box the new one had come in, with a little baking soda for luck. I had looked and looked for missing stopper all the previous week without finding it.
I kick-started the scooter without too much trouble (but that's why the year's first start isn't electric; you can run a new battery flat that way) and let it idle until it was happy while I checked and refilled the tires, checked the lights, and realized with a sinking heart that I hadn't updated the sticker on the plates -- and I had no idea where the paperwork had got to after my desktop water spill last month.
Went in, babysat the washer though a spin cycle (it tends to get out of balance) and went back to the garage to get the mower out. Naturally, there were snow shovels and snow-sweeping brooms piled atop it; by the time I had the thing out, it was time to watch the second spin cycle and then load the dryer.
Meanwhile, the lawn care crew for our neighbor to the north had been and gone and our new neighbor to the south had finished her mowing -- and the vegetation in the front yard of Roseholme Cottage was standing high and wild between them, starting to look like a set for Tarzan-of-the-Chipmunks in contrast!
Time to fix that. The grass was high enough -- and still damp from the week of off and on rain we'd just had -- that I set the mower to its highest setting. The strip between the sidewalk and house went fast enough, and I had the front yard about two-thirds done before I needed to empty the clippings. The rest of the front and the narrow side yards filled up the clipping bags again and I'd started on another before it was done. Gave the back yard nearest the house a quick pass just for luck, before I put the lawnmower away.
Inside, to get cleaned up a little and see if Tam was interested in dinner (she was not; a nice rack of falling-off-the-bone ribs is a substantial meal), and see if maybe, just maybe I would find the 2020 stcker for the scooter plates. It turned out to be right about where I'd hoped it would be!
So I gathered helmet, gloves, riding jacket (it appears to have shrunk since 2006!), put on boots and clomped out to the garage. In short order, I was zooming up the block, free as a bird.
The scooter's feeling pretty good so far this year, at least for a few trips around the block. So I took it for a quick grocery store run: minute steak, Brussels sprouts, baking potato, sandwich fixings for work, Cajun snack mix for Tam, what was I forgetting? Something.
Back home, it takes some maneuvering to line the scooter up to back it into the garage. A couple of feet away from the apron, I happened to look down and there was something black amid the pale gravel -- a squirrel-gnawed walnut hull? Dead leaf? Hey, is that--
It was the missing battery cell cap. I stowed it, parked the scooter, rinsed it off and had it in place on the old battery before I took the groceries inside.
So the old battery is ready to go back, the scooter's back in service -- and I'd forgotten to pick up sugar. Oh well, the confectioners 10X sugar needs used up anyway.