I was supposed to be a home-body this weekend, just puttering around the house doing little projects and cleanup here and there.
Not so. My friend called me on Friday and invited me out for a carnival and margaritas. We are each others’ eating out buddies. How could I possibly I say no to her? She lets me eat Mexican to my heart’s content. Instead of mowing the lawn on Friday night, I pushed it back into Saturday (after a long sleep to recuperate from my blue Mexican drinks — my favorite flavor is blue. I just don’t bounce back like I did when I was in my early twenties, but that doesn’t stop me from partaking in blue frosty drinks).
The kids were gone for Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I didn’t want to be in the house. Nothing like 3 hours of mowing to get the blood (and sweat) flowing.
As usual, mowing gives me the time to scrutinize the yard. I always find poison ivy. I can even find it when I don’t want to, usually in a spot where I’ve mowed and realize I walked through a patch that sprouted in the lawn.
Thank God for Technu (greatest stuff ever for preventing poison ivy outbreaks!)
I mark all of the danger spots with little pink flags, to remind me where I saw the tiny sprigs with the three little leaves just wanting to touch me on my ankles.
No, no. You shall not make me itch. I hate you.
Out comes the poison ivy spray and a-spritzing I go. Here a spritz, there a spritz, every where a spritz spritz. And then I watch as it dies.
Die. Die. Die.
I laugh an evil laugh. And I dance around a bit. I can do that. I live in the country. Only the deer and the birds can see me. No neighbors to shake their heads at my bizarre antics.
But the nuthatches enjoy it. They always keep me company when I work in the yard. “Nerp, nerp, nerp” is the song they sing as they leap from pine to pine, looking for bugs. I love their curiosity as they come around to see what I’m digging at or cutting down.
Finally the heat and humidity gets to me and I head inside for a shower.
After all the mowing, spraying and evil dancing, it feels so good to open the door and get blasted with the cool air from the air conditioner.
I love my tank-less hot water heater, too.
And Gerard Butler is on TNT…
It’s the little things in life that make me happy…