Boy, taking a mid-morning nap on the living room couch and the wife was out front mowing the grass (well, weeds). That old lawn mower sounds like a boy bear that slipped on the log that crosses a stream. Slipped on the log, not off. You know, log between the hind legs. At any rate, even the neighbor comes over for an attempt to adjust the boy bear. No luck. The boy bear is in perpetual agony. There is no way to take a nap when that thing is screaming in the front yard. Not a problem when she is cutting the weeds in the backyard. Sound doesn't carry to the couch in the front of the house. Enough was enough. I just got back from Wally World with a brand new bear. I did put the oil in it. Most of it anyway. The wife finished it and gassed it up. She's out front finishing up the weeds. The bear is purring real low. Now I did ask the wife if she had a bow in the house. She asked, what for? I said that your birthday is in two weeks. Happy Birthday! Took care of two chores in one trip!! Now back to the couch. Won't be long for the mid-afternoon nap so I need to get this one finished.