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Well it finally cooled down from 90 to 80 so you know what that means!
Summer is over!
Yay!
I was finally able to do some yardwork yesterday.
I went outside and thought to myself- okay there's no need to over do it. Just put in an hour, maybe just 30 minutes and clean up the backyard... or you could clean up the sidewalk.
And I started cleaning the sidewalk before I realized I chose to put in the effort for the comfort or to calm the judgement of my neighbors over the enjoyment of my private space in the back yard.
And after judging myself for THAT, I went in the backyard and started raking pine needles.
Suddenly an hour had gone by and I was cutting back the giant bush-like-vine-thing with yellow flowers in the middle of the yard that B hates, and b showed up wanting to help. Another hour later, we had hacked that thing to shreds. And another hour later it was just a series of stumps.
The yard feels open and weird without it. It was like a room divider out there. But B is right, we can put something nicer there.
It felt weird to do all that work after spending months inside feeling guilty about the yard because it was too hot to do anything. I wonder if I'll ever adjust to living here.
Summer is over!
Yay!
I was finally able to do some yardwork yesterday.
I went outside and thought to myself- okay there's no need to over do it. Just put in an hour, maybe just 30 minutes and clean up the backyard... or you could clean up the sidewalk.
And I started cleaning the sidewalk before I realized I chose to put in the effort for the comfort or to calm the judgement of my neighbors over the enjoyment of my private space in the back yard.
And after judging myself for THAT, I went in the backyard and started raking pine needles.
Suddenly an hour had gone by and I was cutting back the giant bush-like-vine-thing with yellow flowers in the middle of the yard that B hates, and b showed up wanting to help. Another hour later, we had hacked that thing to shreds. And another hour later it was just a series of stumps.
The yard feels open and weird without it. It was like a room divider out there. But B is right, we can put something nicer there.
It felt weird to do all that work after spending months inside feeling guilty about the yard because it was too hot to do anything. I wonder if I'll ever adjust to living here.
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Actually I'm that way with a lot of things, not just the yard.
By the way, hello! I saw you subscribed to me. I don't think we've met before, have we?