The little mower seized up. I had put a quart of oil in during it's initial tune-up but it had been sitting unused without oil for quite a long time so it's not a surprise. Someone told me if I could get the fly wheel turning there was a possibility that it could still mow. That sounded like it would take some strength and was the job for a man so I let it sit to attract one. "A man magnet" I told my sister who felt badly her gift wasn't still cutting grass. Well, it worked. A man showed up, without me even asking, and got it going. The power of intention works again! Next time I'll say "a single man magnet" because this one is James and he's very married.

After chasing out two mice, one baby rabbit and removing a nest, James took off the housing cover of the fly wheel, removed the spark plug and using the shaft of a screwdriver, turned the flywheel until it moved freely. He sprayed some WD-40 into the spark plug opening, installed the plug and started it up.

When it cools off and the fire danger isn't as high, I'll go out for the grass and weeds. Yah, let's git 'em.