I’m really curious to know if there are other individuals (ie. wives and moms) like me on this earth, who maintain their own yards. When we purchased this house, I had my mom’s gardener handling our yards. We paid him $150 per month to come every Friday. Ray was not thorough. He also had a pro-life sticker on the back of his truck window but that’s a discussion for a different time. I’m not super crazy OCD like one of those assholes at the car wash who walk around inspecting the car pointing out water spots after they’ve twirled their towel alerting you of their completion. But, I would notice that Ray would miss spots in the grass. So, I’d have a patch of tall grass when every other blade was the same height. Additionally, he didn’t weed much. Was it convenient? YES! But, I could do what he does! I grew up spending the weekends at my dad’s. Now THAT DUDE is OCD. While he was out weeding, edging, hand watering (he had a sprinkler system), and mowing his yards, I was following him around asking him, “How much longer?” and “What are we going to do today?”
So, I bought a mower, blower, and weed eater. I fired Ray. And I started getting heavy doses of Southern California vitamin D. Maybe a little too much. I maintained my yard right up until my mom got really sick (cancer) and I got really sick (pregnant). And then, the weeds came!
I’m nearing the end of my pregnancy. I’m also grieving the death of my mom. But for the first time in months, I got my fat pregnant pale body outside and I did my yards. It took me about 2 weeks. But, I weeded, edged, and mowed the entire front and back. I don’t know people with tons of land do it. I’m not real sure of our property measurements, but holy hell do we have a lot of GD grass!!!
Anyway, I plan to eventually post a photo of me mowing my lawn in my current physical state. All who drive be either feel very sorry for me or feel very sorry for me. The temp has been in the high 80’s to low 90’s. So, my body has been pushed to the limit.
To be honest, the work is a great escape from working on the nursery and sorting through my mom’s things – both jobs cause me to crumble at times. Until the heart allows, I’ll be out front or back, searching for more weeds to pull.
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