Yard Work
I spent the better half of today cleaning up the yard. I actually enjoyed it. I think that means I'm getting old. I remember being told by my grandpa that I would grow to love and look forward to my "time in the yard." As he put it, "Boy, that's sure fire time you'll be able to get away from your old lady. She ain't gone to be out there in ya business." It's amazing how true he was. Heather was actually nice enough to bring me a bottle of water. I think she felt guilty about all the work I was putting in as well because she made me a great dinner. Can't wait to get back to it tomorrow. Heather is getting me tickets to go see the Blue Man for fathers day! Nothing like a little weedeater magic!
posted by Adam at
9:12 PM
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I hate yard work. I feel virtuous when I mow the grass, but that's more because I'm getting exercise and because I feel like I'm helping Wes even though Wes and I haven't declared different spheres of influence. We both feel responsible for house and yard, sharing most of the work fairly evenly, including cooking, cleaning, and yard work. Still, the notion of yard work being the man's job is so ingrained into me that I get to feel virtuous when I do any. Yet housework has NOT been ingrained into me as woman's work (I'm not sure how that didn't happen) that I also feel virtuous when I do that. Lucky me. My work involves what I do at VSU, what I'm paid to do, not whatever I accomplish around the house. That's just me being nice.
Are you going to Vegas to see the Blue Men? Or are they in Atlanta?
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Donna Sewell, at 9:00 AM
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