Over the weekend my wife and I, probably like many others, decided to take advantage of the great weather and get some yard work done. I had a friend coming over Saturday with his trailer to haul all of our junk away, so we got together all of the junk we didn’t want, yet had stored away downstairs for some reason, for a long time.
In all fairness, my wife had that done by the time I got home from work on Friday. Plus, she raked the back lawn as well. There weren’t many leaves, seeing as we raked the yard in the fall, but apparently there were too many for my wife’s liking. I didn’t mind her doing it because raking leaves is one of my least favorite jobs in the world! My job was to take Max for his haircut and then clean out the shed. That I could handle. Hey, need a lawn mowed? I’m your guy.
Sunday morning as I was getting breakfast ready my wife walked by with a handful of garbage bags and said she was just going out to rake the leaves on the outside of our fence in the back. Man, this lady has it out for leaves. I told her, “Great. You do that and I’ll cook breakfast.” Thank goodness for eggs and sausages. That combo just saved me from raking.
After breakfast my wife put her shoes back on and headed straight for more garbage bags. Now what? “I’m just going out to rake up the front lawn.” Really? Haven’t we done enough this weekend already? Where in the world are these leaves coming from? We just had 15 big bags of leaves hauled away that we filled last fall. When will this end? She said I didn’t have to help, but I know what that means.
So, I grudgingly made my way out to help her, sulking the whole time. Another 8 bags later, we were done. “Well, that’s going to be it for the day,” were the sweetest words my wife had spoken all weekend.
I’ll have to remind myself sometime over the summer to get rid of all the rakes we own before fall rolls around again.