Hiring it out

[valarltd]

So.
We got a notice from the city that our yard needed mowing.
I spent an hour and a half out there. I have blisters on my palms and have finally picked the last thorn out of my ankles. We're out of gauze, which is a pity because I look like I've been hit by poorly aimed stigmata. Or shackle galls, one. Our yard is full or wild blackberry brambles.

I gave it up and called a yardman.

So I'm going to clean in the house (15 minutes in each major living area), watch QL, have a shower, fold clothes and start on Christmas squares.

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[ornery-chick.livejournal.com]

I live in fear of getting one of those letters, because I mow my yard, on average, once a month. It would be doubly embarrasing to get a "you'd better'd" letter from the city, considering I am a city employee (different department, but tangential enough that I could catch unofficial crap from my co-workers for being a slovenly homeowner).

I have four gazillion and three different types of tiny burrs and thorns. So I don't have the dramatic stigmata look like you do, but rather have to go over my socks and jeans with duct-tape about 40 times before I dump them in the dirty laundry hamper to avoid infesting the rest of my clothes with stickers.