A month or so ago, I posted this to my personal blog, but it works for business too. I also added a paragraph at the end that I think is the real life lesson! Here's the original "Life Lessons from a Broken Lawnmower."
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It's 2 pm and I'm showered and
shampooed. I smell pretty good (at least
I think so). I've had lunch and
am sipping a glass of ginger ale. Quite a change from a couple hours ago.
I had planned to go Horse Expo today. Tomorrow and Sunday I'm enrolled in a
horse clinic so today was the only day I could make it. But it's been a hectic
week and there are many tasks still undone, and with the weekend booked, this
is the only day to get things done. The most pressing item on the list is
mowing the grass, which is getting to the "fire danger" stage. So I
regretfully decided to skip Expo and all that glorious shopping in favor of
mowing grass. Very regretfully, as mowing causes my wrists to go numb and my
allergies to flare up, not to mention that it's just a dirty, hot, miserable
job.

Side note: I've been following Loral Langemeier (aka "The Millionaire
Maker") and she doesn't even want to talk to you if you clean your own
house, and I suspect that mowing your own acreage falls into the same
category--as a business owner, you should spend your time on more important
things, and outsource the housecleaning-type of work. So I have been pondering
hiring out all the heavy-duty outdoor maintenance to the neighborhood
"guy", Alberto. Alberto does so much work for everyone around here
that one neighbor suggested renaming the area to "Albertoville".
I pulled out the lawnmower and filled it with gas, which left just a tiny
bit of gasoline in my 5-gallon can. I primed it and pulled the cord. Cord
refused to be pulled. Completely locked up. And I've been bragging about how
reliable that lawnmower is, too. I took the housing where the cord resides
apart but didn't see anything obviously wrong (who am I kidding? I don't even
know what I was looking for.).
Life lesson #1: Don't waste your last resources (gas in this case) on
something you are not sure is going to work.
After sulking for a bit (because by then it was too late to head for Sacramento
for Horse Expo anyway), I pulled myself together and decided that I must deal
with this. I hear that all habits can be broken over a period of 3 weeks, so
I've decided to break the procrastination habit, and here was an opportunity.
If something is broken, you get it fixed, right? So I optimistically called the
local repair place only to be told that they are backed up for about five
weeks, and from the symptoms it sounded like the mower was dead anyway.
Not quite ready to accept their diagnosis, but clearly not able to get the
machine repaired in a timely fashion, I determined the next options were to
find Alberto, to borrow a mower, or to rent one. Alberto, who is normally
working somewhere around here, was nowhere to be found. I don't like to borrow
things with moving parts since I seem to deliver the kiss of death to them, so
I called the local rental place and was able to reserve a high-weed mower. At
the rental place, they brought out the monster machine and went over all the
operating procedures (I bought the insurance just in case). After making sure
it was full of gas, they went to load it on the truck, and it turned out the
blade was stuck on "on", so it shredded part of their ramps when they
tried to load it. Clearly a safety issue. They found another one and loaded it,
and I made it safely home and was able to unload it and get it started without
incident.
Actually, the machine made mowing much less onerous than with my mower,
because it was self-propelled, oblivious to gopher mounds and uneven ground,
and didn't spit the grass out the side to aggravate my allergies (I don't know
what it did with the grass. Not my problem). I won't go as far as saying it
made mowing a joy, but it sure was easier.
Life Lesson #2: The right tools make the job easier and the results
better.
After about half an hour, the thing ran out of gas. When they switched
machines at the rental place, apparently nobody checked the gas level. I put
the last tiny bit of my gasoline in it, crossed my fingers, and prayed that we
would make it through. See Life Lesson #1.
Since the mowing was going so well, I continued on to the grassy area in
back of the house that I hadn't really planned on mowing since my mower
couldn't possibly handle it, and finally, I am ready for fire season. Assuming
we don't get some unseasonable rain that makes the grass grow all over again.
I got the mower loaded back on the truck (I was worried about that but it
went smoothly) and headed down the driveway to return it. I reached the end of
my driveway at exactly the same moment that Alberto drove in to my neighbor's
driveway. Sheesh--where was he 3 hours ago?
Life Lesson #3: Sometimes it's best to wait awhile, and the solution will
just show up. I just wish I could figure out how to reconcile this with
"Don't procrastinate".
So I have spent many many aggravating hours on this issue. I have spent
money renting equipment that I still had to operate. I still have a broken
lawnmower. There is billable work waiting to be tackled, and I need to spend
some time on business development.
Life Lesson #4: Loral Langemeier is right.
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So--that was the original post several weeks ago. But by now, much of that grass has grown back and needs to be mowed again. I'm in the middle of refinancing and the appraiser is coming on Tuesday, and I think it will help the property value if the place doesn't look abandoned. A client suggested just checking the underside of the mower to see if there is something blocking the blade. I was sure the problem was much more complicated than that, but I didn't want to rent the big mower again, so I checked the bottom of the mower, and sure enough, there was a big chunk of dried grass preventing the blade from turning. I removed the grass and, voila, the darned thing started right up. I have cleaned the bottom of the mower before but it usually gets dirty in the earlier part of the year when the grass is green and moist, and keeps pretty clean after the grass dries out, so I hadn't figured on his being a problem. But it was. Bringing us to Life Lesson #5: TRY THE SIMPLE SOLUTION FIRST! (But I'm still planning on turning this job over to Alberto in the future!)