Goodbye Yard Work
The weather has been remarkable over the past couple days here in north Texas. In the mid seventies. Beautiful! I seem to remember last year at this time we had snow on the ground and ice all over the roads.
Walk outside today, and it feels like spring. The downside is that the grass has started growing again. No doubt within the next week we'll get a hard frost and that will end that.
I only plan on mowing once more at this house. Then, if I can help it, no more yard work for me. Ever. It will be a pleasure to sell my lawn mower at my moving sale. That and the edger, the weed whacker, and the hedge trimmers. Oh, and let's not forget, the tree trimming pole.
Goodbye yard work. I will not miss you.
What I will miss is being able to turn up my TV as loud as I want, and more importantly, to not have to listen to my neighbor's stereo. That's going to be a bummer. Then again, there's always those new noise-canceling headphones. Better living through technology strikes again.
As much as I love this house, I have to admit it to myself, I don't really love this house. I loved the idea of the house. It was the status, the progress mark in my life. I had the Good Job, the new house, the new car, the new family dog. The whole thing. But when my friend Peter died here, it cast a shadow over this house. We never threw much of a party after that. We never bothered to finish decorating it. It was like my family and I just existed here. Never painted, never replaced the carpet. It never really became ours. We never made it ours. It's always been the bank's house. We live in the house that the mortgage company owns.
I don't want to live here anymore.
Walk outside today, and it feels like spring. The downside is that the grass has started growing again. No doubt within the next week we'll get a hard frost and that will end that.
I only plan on mowing once more at this house. Then, if I can help it, no more yard work for me. Ever. It will be a pleasure to sell my lawn mower at my moving sale. That and the edger, the weed whacker, and the hedge trimmers. Oh, and let's not forget, the tree trimming pole.
Goodbye yard work. I will not miss you.
What I will miss is being able to turn up my TV as loud as I want, and more importantly, to not have to listen to my neighbor's stereo. That's going to be a bummer. Then again, there's always those new noise-canceling headphones. Better living through technology strikes again.
As much as I love this house, I have to admit it to myself, I don't really love this house. I loved the idea of the house. It was the status, the progress mark in my life. I had the Good Job, the new house, the new car, the new family dog. The whole thing. But when my friend Peter died here, it cast a shadow over this house. We never threw much of a party after that. We never bothered to finish decorating it. It was like my family and I just existed here. Never painted, never replaced the carpet. It never really became ours. We never made it ours. It's always been the bank's house. We live in the house that the mortgage company owns.
I don't want to live here anymore.
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