First mow of the season this evening. Having a boat means having much of your traditional mowing time (weekends) stolen from you. I fired up the circa 2003 Yard Man mower — like most “things of a certain age,” it took more pulls than it used to for the thing to start.

I gave my 16-year-old (17 next month) a quick tutorial, overseeing a few passes on the side yard before it was oh-so-graciously handed back to me.