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Hard day’s work

By Robin Dearing

After too many days of feeling puny, on Sunday I finally was feeling normal-ish … or whatever normal is for me these days. Bill was playing landlord at our downtown house, so I decided to take advantage of the beautiful weather and start cleaning up our backyard.

Since this winter’s snow came before we got the yard cleaned up from fall, I broke out the leaf blower and started going to town. Sorry neighbors. Hope you weren’t trying to nap.

Our backyard has lots of steps and nooks and crannies and dead mice all covered in several inches of damp leaves. I stacked and organized our yard stuff and blew the heck out of everything else. Over and over again, I blew leaves trying to get them to stop going backwards and flow in the direction I wanted.

It took me a few hours, but, by golly, all those millions of leaves have been blown down to the bottom part of our yard where they wait for burn season.

When I was done, I texted Bill this picture. Telling him it was time to do some hot tub sitting. Every strenuous activity requires a fair amount of hot tub sitting as far as I’m concerned.

My arms were so sore that just trying to drink a glass of water felt like I was lifting 50-pound weights. I was shaking from exhaustion. But I was so proud that I did a good job at a challenging household project I stared into the backyard smiling to myself for a good long time.

I was useful and that felt good. Plus, I was able to cross something off of Bill’s to-do list which made it all that much better.

There was one thing that I didn’t get done, however. I didn’t get the dead mouse which I had accidentally wedged along the edge of our picnic table with the leaf blower. I just couldn’t get it to blow off the edge of our giant rock.

On our way back up the stairs from long, post-work, hot-tub soak, I reminded Bill that the dead mouse needed attention. He looked at the poor creature, then down at his flip-flop clad feet and said, in all seriousness, “I can’t get it now, my feet are bare.”

Exposed feet as an excuse to not handle dead rodents? Apparently that will have to wait until proper rodent-removing footwear is found. And that’s just fine by me. It was a job well done regardless.


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I busted out the hose a couple of weekends ago and washed the patio down. Funny how 60 degrees feels warm this time of year and my soaking jeans didn’t bother me much. Springtime chores actually feel pretty good and I think it has most to do with a little sunshine on our heads. Good job Robin!

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