No weed zone

Another day, another weed. Yesterday I spent A Very Long Time pulling itty bitty weeds out from between the bricks in the brick walkway leading from the front steps to the driveway. Every time it rains, new little weeds sprout and it’s murder trying to get them out. My thumb and forefinger are sore today. The bricks sanded them down nicely.

My next door neighbor is similarly afflicted with weeds-between-the-bricks and she got out her big bottle of RoundUp and sprayed them all. By the end of the day they were dead. She wondered if I wanted to use it and I said no thanks. She thinks I’m a little bit crazy for wasting all that time when I could just spray them once and be done. I agree, I might be a little crazy. But I just can’t bring myself to spray herbicides on my small plot of earth.

There’s something to be said for pulling weeds by hand, though. It’s a productive pursuit and it’s not terribly cerebral work so my mind can wander here and there and all over. It’s kind of like a mini-vacation while doing something that needs to be done.

The lad went off, yesterday, to his Dad’s house for a couple of days. I believe there is yard work in his and his step-bros immediate future. He grumbled a bit yesterday about that, pointing out that it’s just not fair that he has to do yard work at TWO houses instead of one. His Dad laughed and said it’s great experience. He’ll be doubly knowledgeable by the time he has his own place.

He’ll be back on Saturday afternoon in time for work. The ol’ checking account was looking kind of lean so he went in to the store on Tuesday to load up on hours. He’ll work on Sunday, too—his favorite day to work since they pay time and a half. Not sure what’s on the docket yet for next week. Sometimes it’s a lot like skating by the seat of the pants around here. At least during the summer, though, that skating is a lot more relaxed than during the school year. I find that I needed summer vacation just as much as he did.

Well, the sun is out today, so that means more weed extraction. I’m positive that dozens of new ones sprouted over night. The grass probably grew, too. And, of course, there is still a fence waiting to be painted. I wonder if I’ll get it all done this summer....