Yesterday
was yardwork day and I can feel it right now.
While Chris cleaned house for Home Group (which, by the way, ended up being Mrs. Betty. Well, and Corey came by for a few minutes
just as she was leaving. One of those
nights …), I was assigned “all things outdoor” duty.
I was
going to start with mowing the lawn, but on my way to the shed I remembered
that we had decided to cut off one major limb of the oleander in the back
yard. So I grabbed the shears instead of
the mower and went to work. That kind of
expanded into trimming up all the trees and bushes in the back yard. Which includes (and I still have trouble saying this) the four or five huge
sunflower weeds, er, I mean lovely flowers, stalks that are growing in the middle
of the back lawn. Just a trim, mind
you. No real hair styles.
I
finally got to the lawn mowing task. It
goes so much better with the front wheel drive vehicle we got this time, and it
hasn’t fallen apart yet, either. The
biggest problem is having to remove Heidi’s doggie door ramp that we built out
of pavers so the machine has room to get through the gate. Mowing in the front revealed another “situation”
we have discussed taking care of, so I got distracted again. I shoved the lawn mower back into its hole in
the shed and grabbed the clippers. This
time I trimmed the Mexican oleanders (sensing
an oleander pattern here?) so they resembled a tree rather than a bush. Chris appeared out of nowhere when she
realized she wasn’t hearing the mower any more.
I told her the activity occurring at the present time required higher
security clearance than she had been approved for. Basically, the work decisions were above her
pay grade. Needless to say, she dug in
her heels and stuck around to help. At least
now she can’t blame me for it. It was a
mutual decision. It actually looks much
better than it did, too.
Next,
I tried to trim the bushes in the front yard, but my non-electric, antique
hedge clippers are dull and don’t even slide together properly, so they are
useless. That’s when I realized that I hadn’t
yet done the edging. I trudged into the
garage and got that apparatus all hooked up.
It doesn’t take all that long to accomplish, and it was a good
thing. It was hot outside and I was
sinking fast. And as I rolled up the
last little bit of extension cord to head into the back yard, I remembered that
I hadn’t yet hooked up the blower to “sweep” up the cut grass off the sidewalk. Back to the electrical outlet (which is a whole other story. The outlet in the back yard that we had to remove
for repairs and painting was apparently hooked back up incorrectly – by me -
and it is the one that controls the power getting to the outlet in the front
yard. I know. I don’t understand it either). I got the grass blowing done in record time,
and finally stumbled into the back yard to finish the weed eating there. I gave up on sweeping, though. I was thoroughly beat, and besides, the Astros
game started in just about the time it would take me to shower and crash onto the
couch. Not that the Astros game had any
bearing on my decision to leave the sweeping for Chris. Oh, no.
She totally volunteered for that.
On her own. She is awesome.
Hebrews
1:3 says, “The Son is the radiance of
God's glory and the exact representation of his being, sustaining all things by
his powerful word. After he had provided purification for sins, he sat down at
the right hand of the Majesty in heaven.”
Father,
thank you for my totally awesome wife.
She is a great gift. Amen.
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