It’s snowing right now, the first snow of the winter. It’ll be nice and slippery tomorrow. Oh fun.
Yesterday, I tried to get the snowblower going. Pulled and pulled, but nothing. So I took out the spark plug and sanded off the black stuff, which was pretty thick. I put the spark plug back in, and pulled…and pulled. Nothing.
Maybe I just need a new spark plug. So I went to the hardware store and I got one. Tonight, I went out to give it a try. I opened the compartment where the spark plug goes, and right away realized what an idiot I am. I had screwed the spark plug back in, but hadn’t attached the connector. So my pulls were worthless.
I attached the connector, pulled, and the snowblower started right up. Didn’t need that new spark plug after all.
This is not a mistake Dad would have made, or Stu. Rick would have, most definitely, though chances are he wouldn’t have been able to locate the spark plug in the first place.
At any rate, my snowblower is ready to fulfill its mission in life, tomorrow morning.
