I ache
The dotter is better. It seems to have been a 24-hour bug; she was sick long enough for me to cancel a visit to a buddy on Saturday, but by the end of the day was able to eat regular food and keep it down, yay!
Yesterday was sunny, but we pretty much did nothing all day–the dotter, still recuperating, laid about and napped a few times, and I wasn’t feeling up to par myself.
But today–today was sunny and warm again. Up in the 50s. Oh, joy!
We now have slightly more than an acre. About a fourth, I would say, is wooded. The remainder is lawn. One spot in the yard gets sun more often than any other, and it was free and clear of snow. So I began raking it at 11 a.m.
By 4 p.m., that part of the yard was looking awesome.
I, on the other hand, now have been informed by both OmegaDotter and OmegaDad, on separate occasions, that my butt is quite dirty. ("Hey!" says OmegaDad, "So sue me! I like looking at my wife’s ass!") I have a raw spot from where I was raking without gardening gloves. Luckily, I realized it in time and grabbed the gloves, so it’s my only raw spot.
But my arms! My legs! My back! Ack!
And it ends up I’ve only done about one-sixth of the yard. I look out my office window into the back yard–the endless expanse of back yard, where the snow is rapidly shrinking, and say to myself, "Myself: Look at that yard. Maybe we want to let the woodlands come back." Myself shakes her head and says, "No, no, me. We need lawn so kids can run around and get tired out, and besides, we can’t let the woodlands grow over the septic tank or we will be sunk. We can do this! We’ll just do bits and pieces over the next few weekends, and then it will be time for OmegaDad to start mowing…"
By the way–underneath all the leaves? The grass was green. Not everywhere, just in spots. But it was such a lovely, lovely color to see!
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