Yardwork - May 8, 2026

The past couple of days have been busy ones.

I got out Wednesday morning in drizzling rain and went to the grocery store.  While I was within walking distance (not that I walked it) of the hobby store, I had a weak moment and went in.  There always seems to be one more thing that I need.  And, of course, I generally come out with more than that one thing.  

Whatever.  It keeps me off the streets.

Yesterday morning I had breakfast with my sister, and then we both went to visit with our brother.  

Today, I had a haircut appointment at 8 a.m.  While I was there, my brother texted me and said I'd left my cooler at his house.  I wouldn't have bothered going to get it (he lives 30 minutes away) except that this cooler is the one we take on road trips, and we've got another one coming up soon, so I went to get it. 

Drove right past the hobby store, going and coming, and didn't stop.

When I got home, I decided to mow the yard.  (Nanny's yard needs it, too, but I saved that treat for The Husband.)  

Our yard is a b*tch to mow.  It was an especial b*tch today due to a series of storms that left sticks all over the place.  I picked up the big ones and drove down to the shop to get the lawnmower.  It didn't have much gas in it, and the shop gas can was empty, but there was plenty of gas to get home, where I'd fill the tank from our gas can.  It, too, was empty.  I said some colorful words, drove the lawnmower back to Nanny's, put her gas can in my car, came home for our gas can, started up the road to the store.  Got a mile up the road and realized I didn't have my wallet.  Turned around at the cemetery and came back home.

At the gas station, I filled up my car and Nanny's gas can ($51.43 for the record), but I could not get the spout off our gas can.  Went back to Nanny's, filled up the lawnmower, took her gas can to the shop, drove the lawnmower home to mow.

The Husband mowed the yard the last time it was mowed.  He doesn't mow under the low limbs and in the tree line between us and The Neighbor.  I like the tree line mowed to keep down the poison ivy for my grandchildren's sake.  It was a REAL b*tch to mow since it hasn't been mowed in two weeks.  

I must've run through a dozen spider webs under the limbs.  At one point, I saw a spider dangling from my glasses and nearly had a come-apart.

I cussed just about the whole time I was on the lawnmower, for one reason or another.  I cussed the weed-eater, as it, too, ran out of gas (and our gas can being still empty).  

Took the lawnmower back to Nanny's, came home, took a shower and put my dusty, spidery clothes in the washing machine.

I'm pretty sure I blew a spider out of my nose when I got out of the shower.