Of all the chores that I can think of that I have ever done,
I hate mowing the most. It’s worse than
cleaning the moldy basement, worse than scouring someone else’s bathroom, worse
than sifting the litterboxes. The only
reason I live in a house rather than an apartment is that apartment-living is
annoying all year long—mowing only lasts 6 months or so. But every other weekend for that six months,
I’m forcing myself to drag out the mower and spend hour after hour in the
heat/humidity to make the yard of my rental house conform to someone else’s
standards. If it were my house, I’d have
a wildflower meadow, a Zen garden, and a vegetable garden. There would be little or no grass. Anything that takes longer than 30 minutes to
mow with the electric mower (or better yet, my reel mower), well, that’s too danged
much grass. I despise mowing. It’s a waste of my energy and
electricity. If I could figure out a way
to squeeze a few more hours out of my already stuffed-full schedule, I would
work a third job just so I could
afford to pay someone else to mow my stupid yard. Once, when I was a teenager, my folks told me
to mow the yard, so I gave my brother part of my allowance to do it for
me. (As you might guess, this did not go
over well with the parental units—“we told YOU to do it.” My brother was perfectly happy with the
arrangement, so I didn’t understand what the problem was.)
This year I’d
really like to have some sort of picnic/cookout at my house. Other than the fact that the grass in the
backyard is up to my derrier, I have a wonderful yard. It’s large, there are plenty of shady spots,
and there’s a level spot for a table. Now
if I could just find someone to make a deal with…..mowing in exchange for
dinner, or for some housecleaning?
Anyone interested?
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