18 May 07 Yard Work
Even with the full time job thing and all the work going on at the new house we still have to take care of things around the old place - mainly the yard.
When it comes to yard work I’ll tackle the task if said task requires gasoline powered equipment. There’s nothing quite like flammable filled devices that hold the potential to maim or mutilate to keep you interested in a task.
A friend of mine from Virginia, in this century, uses a push mower (the one you actually have to push to make the blades spin) to mow his yard. Ever the multi-tasker, mowing the lawn is also his exercise time.
I’m not all that interested in the raking, bagging, mulching, weeding portion of yard work. Last night, however, I enjoyed a fruitful time of weeding.
Around 10PM, I was walking through the yard of the old house monitoring the progress of the automatic sprinkler system with a flash light and noticed a healthy crop of weeds. I reached down and pulled one weed out and then another and another and still another. There I was with flashlight in hand (for some strange reason I thought turning on the outside lights would bother the neighbors) pulling weeds like nobody’s business. I blame it on the coffee!
It had to have been a strange sight, some guy prowling around in the flower bed with a flash light in the dead of night. Can you hear the conversation of the neighbors?
Neighbor Wife - Who is that and what’s he doing?
Neighbor Husband - It looks like a prowler and he’s weeding our neighbor’s flower bed.
Neighbor Wife - Maybe he’ll break into our yard
Neighbor Husband - We can only hope.
Anyone else prone to such odd behavior at such an odd time?
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Everybody and everything looks better in dim lighting. If it had been in black and white we would have had the beginnings of a film noir or even better, a David Lynch film!
“There’s a man on his knees by his house in the dark. I think he just buried his wife and he’s praying”
“Don’t all preachers pray?”
“I’m going to take him this bar of soap”
“For his soul?”
“No, to wash the dirt off his hands”
Did you wash the dirt off your hands?
2 years ago during our Christmas Break, I decided to go add some lights to a couple of trees in our front yard. Nothing strange other than it was close to 11:30pm and I was dressed in shorts, no shirt, socks, and flip flops. Please feel free to use your best “Hank Hill” imitation and say, “Bobby, what are you doing?”
Any way, I was quite pleased with my progress when I should turn around and see a Deputy Sheriff parked in front of my neighbor’s (they were in the midst of a nasty divorce) home looking at this idiot stringing lights at almost mid-night.
Cue the lady’s voice from “Adam-12″
“1-Adam-12, see the hairy man wearing no shirt and flip flops. Possible mental breakdown in progress.”
Yes, I can. To preserve any remaining dignity I may have, I won’t.
Sounds like for a couple of reasons it’s a good thing you are moving out of that neighborhood. Come by some evening and I’ll fire up the halogen flood lights in the back yard for you. lol
Lots of people exhibit odd behavior before moving or before taking long trips. Don’t worry. You are normal. Keep repeating that to yourself, really believing it.
I’m not prone to weed at night, but if I walk through the yard when I come home from work and stop to pick one weed, my wife will have to come drag me inside an hour later for supper. There must be a 12-step program somewhere to break the addiction of weed pulling.
(And Cecil, that was just TMI!)