Everyone seemingly taking stock in what needs to be done to clean things up after a pretty mild winter.
Our lawn was a mess, first off.
"Where are the dogs?" My beautiful wife asked on Sunday morning.
"Out running in the meadow," I said.
And I thought about Sam trying to push now the yard in a couple of hours. He would get frustrated. He'd miss huge chunks of grass as he tried to rush through it.
"I'm going to mow it," I announced.
"Don't do it!" Kathy said. "It's going to ruin you for the week!"
"I'll take it slow."
And I did. Not that I had much choice. The mower was bogging down with the heavy, wet grass. Sam emerged as I was halfway through, earpiece in hand.
"I can finish," I said. "Clean the garage."
Sam carted out the patio furniture and cleaned up garbage. I finished the yard, all the way looking at the side of the garage that needs to be painted.
So much to do.
I thought about when we moved into this house and all the work we did to make it decent.
...work is here...
...can't do it all.
I headed in after an hour or so.
Ice on everything...
...Yankees left 8 runners on in a one run game!
"We have a lot of work around here," I said to anyone who'd listen.
They weren't really listening!
I need a handyman!