I’m convinced that the only reason I am mobile today is through the miracle that is Tylenol. Even though the adult-proof cap was quite a struggle in and of itself.
And the only reason that I am on the bus is a combination of the traffic gods stopping me at only one light for a change (instead of half a dozen) and the previously reformed bus driver resorting to her old ways and is a few minutes late.
I hurt horribly thanks to more than eight hours of yard work yesterday. I took on the evil and way overgrown juniper bushes in the backyard, managing to tame five of the eight. (If I had my way, I’d have asked the Monkeygirls if they would do a repeat performance of removing Hell’s Shrubbery. But no. This vicious vegetation will be allowed to remain.) I do hate yardwork and needless work, like shrubbery, is the most vile.
Just as it was really starting to get dark, I rolled the mower back in the shed and did a look around to ensure I hadn’t left anything out. The mother, however, was undeterred by the darkness and continued her adventures in weeding. I tried to discourage her but opted instead to save my energy for something more useful. I hurried inside, lest I become dinner for the mosquitoes that were already biting while the sun remained up.
It was hard to get comfortable last night and the few times I managed it, it was impossible to stay that way. At one point I sprang awake, Not sure what awakened me but when I hit the snooze bar (which doubles as a light on the clock) it said 4:12. Just as I was getting comfortable and starting to doze, I was stirred by a very obnoxious train whistle in the distance. (The mother was recently lamenting that she couldn’t hear them anymore like we did at the old house where we lived a block and a field away from a trainyard. I wish she could have heard this one instead of me.)
So, I’m achy and sore, sleep-deprived and uncaffeinated. What kind of mood do you think I’m in this morning?
It's going to take a lot of Tylenol.
A non-professional,faux home improvement blog dedicated to the insane yet diligent do-it-yourselfer,thoroughly peppered with random views and thoughts from me
4 comments:
Having been where you are in the past, if I was closer, I would deliver to caffiene & pain killers to you. Then I would slink away until they kicked in, lol.
Who needs to exercise when there's a yard to tend? Every time I spend mowing, weeding, planting, trimming and picking up poop every muscle in my body hurts..The only up side I can see is saving on the gym fees!
Hope you're day gets better!
Yard work is the worst. You deserve a medal for doing so much in one day!
Ouch! If you were closer, I'd let you dip into my fresh supply of Vicodin.
Between other commitments and allergies, I don't do as much yard work as I once did but yard work is the only kind of manual labor I actually enjoy. I guess when it comes to pulling, pruning and cutting, there's something therapeutic about having permisssion to destroy.
My yard space is really so very urban-tiny. I'm sure if I had even half your hellish shrubbery, I would hate it too.
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