I took a little nap on the loveseat and when I woke up, I brushed my teeth, made the bed and opened up the house. I figured the fresh air might revive me. *yawn* I’m still so tired.
Looking out of the office window, I watch the leaves on the tree spinning in the breeze and I can hear them rustle over the sounds of the neighborhood mowing lawns. I love the way they sound.
The gardener finally showed up around three Friday and he’ll be here with crew on the 10th. I’ve got to keep the cats inside for this.
The only area we want done is around the pool. It’s abundantly clear that I’m not going to maintain it. And neither is Brian. Well, this gardener does all the work, then will come by once a month to maintain. On a schedule. He won’t just drop by when he’s not busy doing something else.
Brian doesn’t want him planting anything, he just wants the weeds kept down around the pool. The gardener told Brian “this grass is hard to get rid of” and Brian said he knew. If it was easy, don’t you think we’d have kept it down ourselves? Pulling weedy grass is just something we don’t do. We get hot on it (as previous entries into the journal would attest), but then we just don’t do the followup.
Maybe this year will be a nice pool year, without all of the weeds. Since we don’t have to worry about them.