The joy of technology
One of our neighbors has got a new electric leaf blower, which he appears to be very proud of and wishes to use at every opportunity. This afternoon, he spent 45 minutes carefully blowing leaves off his front lawn, with the stupid little leaf blower going WHIRRRRRRRRRRRR for the entire time.
It might have been acceptable if his front lawn was larger than 8x40. But, then again, maybe it wouldn't have been; during the time we were watching the epic quest of man+machine versus tree leaves we saw him bend down at least twice to pick up leaves by hand, and he had to kick some leaves that weren't impressed with the leaf blower, even when the nozzle was put approximately 3 inches away from them.
If he'd raked the lawn by hand, it would have taken him approximately 45 seconds. And he wouldn't have had to "enjoy" the WHIRRR of the leafblower.
But where's the sport in that?
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And I bet I can guess which neighbor in Portland that is ....
Regrettably, it's not that neighbor. He's got a stupid leafblower, too, but he's got an quiet one which gives out a higher pitched whine which is not nearly as annoying (except when I'm sitting in front of the computer, when it starts to sound exactly as if one of the internal fans in the box was about to become one with the passenger pigeon) as the Loud! Whiny! Blower! that's in exhibit A.
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Mom and Steve have a similar neighbor who is fond of his leafblower.