You keep it down there, too. Don't need much more rain up this way. I'm benched from mowing with the trimmers for a while. It seems someone, somehow fouled up the fuel ah system we had in place. As a result, me not being able to smell used what I thought was mixed fuel for a trimmer.
The fuel I used was in the container I had been told would be the proper fuel. It looked to be the proper color to me. Not sure if me tasting it would have mattered, still may have presumed it proper fuel. The whole point being someone fouled up the way the fuel was handled and did not let me know, then apparently they figure to slide the blame all unto me.
This sliding of blame of course, is not going to happen. The logic used to attempt the feat is totally bull
, for three sound rational premises. Wife told me to not worry about it being a jungle. She will eventually get 'round to buying a trimmer specifically for myself alone, including a fuel can I can ensure keeps the same fuel mix. Told her that I'd rather not need to do such a thing when her grandfather saw clear and happily let me use his trimmers. Besides that, we keep sinking money here, we get further from our one day "ours".
Of course, I kind of think that's the whole plan asserted by her BIL and sister, make our lives living Hell. Seems I am not alone in thinking her BIL is jealous that she married me and not him. Point of fact, she had no interest in him beyond a college friend that had one or two classes in common. I did not interrupt a thing at all and was not sneaking. Me and her met over the InterWebs and chatted about three months.
I asked her to marry sight unseen, she had never sent me a picture. Still knew I love her. Her fault I asked too. She called me her boyfriend. I figured why let a good thing go? He had not made any action on any intention he might have had. One of her other college friends told her that he got upset upon learning she was going to marry me, because the friend said that he (the BIL) had designs.
All of that in my mind goes back to being his problem/s and not mine. But yeah, of course he can work toward making it my problem/s. I have to recall discretion in the sense of knowing when to walk away is the better of means. At times that's down right aggravation with a capital pissed off. Hopefully now, folks here can more clearly understand my situation and see why I do chomp at the bit to be moving from here.
And yes, I've been looking for engaging work outside of the home. Yes, I've looked into hiring out as a coolie handyman. It isn't that I'm lacking on the trying to help her bit, it's lack of work being at hand or being far too little paid to even offer any help. Until you consider fuel costs, auto upkeep it's difficult to take $9.00 hrly for a job a half hour away. You go broke trying to work and make money ahead.
Aw, well. I'm just some old nutty country boy what ain't got two licks of sense.
Think I need another
and see if I can find another batch of freelance writing sites. The one I was considering had some technical issues that prohibited me using it. They used a mass market email referral system off their site to be accurate, and well I'm not keen on U.C.E.