As you have deduced by now, I’m that neighbor when it comes to yard work. Not the one who has every motorized lawn care tool and uses them all every weekend and many weekdays starting at 8:02 am.
Nope, I’m the other one.
I don’t have an edger or hedge trimmer or leaf blower or chainsaw. Don’t worry, tho; I won’t borrow yours because I never do those things. I mow only when I convince myself that it will be impossible to push through the grass if I don’t just go ahead and get it done now.
I mow. I return mower to basement. Annnd I’m done. I will never sweep up the blown bits. I want back inside, sports drink, and a shower. I really only mow because I don’t want reptiles and rodents using my backyard as a sanctuary.
Today was first yard work with das Boot. (If you’re new or just haven't been paying attention, I have two torn soft squidgey bits in my left heel — the achilles tendon and something else. They’re moderately bad, which means no surgery just a walking cast boot over a soft cast (which must be changed every week).)
Today may well be the last day of yard work in das Boot.
p.s. Shaina has a lot of international snax. I don’t know if they came with various meal plans or if she subscribed to a world goodies box o’ the month. She gave me a few she didn’t want. Because she’s cool.
I decided to try the grilled seaweed roll, even tho the cartoon smirking devil and flames on the package say it’s probably spicier than I can handle. It’s very tasty as long as I swig several big gulps of electrolyte sports drink for every tiny nibble of seaweed.
The wee demon wants the seaweed. She is not daunted by a smirking devil. Or me switching the roll from hand to hand, telling her no, and pushing her off of the couch. She is prepared to kill me for seaweed.
p.p.s. The post pic was taken at the scenic overlook at New River Gorge in West Virginia. We stopped on our way back from the renaissance festival. The shadow of a cloud looked, briefly, like a bird of prey swooping down on something scurrying far below.
Or possibly the starship Enterprise.
p.p.p.s. It later looked like a leaping porpoise.
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