So I was finishing up my weekly lawn mowing, when my neighbors' lawn guy decided to "help" me by thoughtfully blowing the grass clippings all over the place.
I don't have a blower thingy. I prefer the old-fashioned method that involves a broom and elbow grease. I sweep the clippings into a big mound, and then scoop them up and deposit them in the trash. But lawn guy, who probably thought I had an abusive jackass for a husband, the kind who forces the little wifey to do the yard work, came along and blew my neat green pile to kingdom come. It went into the street and piled into drifts in the sidewalk crevices. I got my broom to start over, and then he helpfully came over AGAIN and blew everything to crap and gone.
I am weird. I LIKE mowing the yard and look forward to it each week. I've been doing this since I was a teenager helping my dad, so I'm comfortable with lawn mowers, edgers, and weed whackers. I don't mind getting hot, sticky and sweaty. I like the smell of gasoline. It doesn't bother me to work myself up to the very brink of sun stroke and irreparable brain damage in 105 degree heat. I especially love the satisfaction of a job well done. Unfortunately, I didn't know how to tell him all this in Spanish --- my knowledge of the language being severely limited to simple words like tacos, frijoles and idiota --- so I just said "muchas gracias" and kept sweeping.
I know he meant well, but leave me and my grass the heck alone!
Nuthin' but hot air,
Get notified of new content! Enter your email address in the space below to get started...