Pulling teeth.

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I had added extra money into my Home Depot account, in order to have money in it to pay off the lawnmower, or get a start on it anyway.  As it turns out, their credit department refused to use that money.  They wanted me to buy an in-store purchase card with it, then use that along with the regular balance and whatever else.  The in-store guys advised against it.  If the store-chit, or whatever it is called, wouldn't process, then I would be stuck.  They can't return those.  They weren't sure it would work.  So I had to use another card.  Which... makes things tight.  They wouldn't up the card, or do anything else to help.  I may have to get rid of that card.  They do it to themselves.  At least the store people were trying to prevent me from being scammed.  Still, it was messy.

Now to get it back.  I ended up going with the larger mower.  It was on sale for less than even the smaller mower I had been considering.  The 10% off I had brought it down to where, if they had used the card, that would have paid it all.  It does have the 50" deck.  Oh well... the good is having the 24 hp engine.  I hope it's a good.  When I get back I will order the scoop.  I'll install it, then just detach the scoop portion.  The brackets stay on it.  You never know until you know, I guess.

I did a bit more shopping.  Cat food, litter, and a few needed items.  Shorts, a few caps, and house shoes... or good enough for that.  For when I travel, though they were needed anyway.  That sure added up fast, but... what can you do?  I may find out tonight, when I can get the mower.  I'd like to ride it at least once before heading out.  I am excited about it.  I never thought I could afford one, to be honest.

I'll tell you, whatever else, I seem to be either somewhat appreciated or absolutely hated.  I can't always tell which it is.  Don't really care, on the one hand.  But it... when eyes are burning holes in your back... then again, I'm a little nervous when the herd closes in, friend of foe.  I'm used to being alone.  Honestly I don't know if I could fight my way out of a wet paper bag, but push come to shove I'd give it what I've got.  Might go down like a bag of potatoes or might end the thing before most people could blink.  Depends on me, what I might be facing, and...  Well...  I'm getting old.  I'm well past when most people die, from a thousand things.  I've been dead three times.  I shouldn't even honestly be able to have this sort of conversation... but there it is.

If you are going to do it, shoot me several times, well placed shots.  Shoot my again, very well placed while approaching.  Then chop off my head.  You really don't want me coming back again.  No jail or prison will keep you safe from me.  Though, I think mine would get you if you succeed.  But they'll just kill you.  I'll rip parts of you off.  Don't tease.  Do it or leave it alone.  Yeah.

Later.