Two days ago, I mowed and weed eated the yard. It was over 90 degrees and humid — during the hottest part of the day — when I did the horrific task. Although I love being outside, I don’t like holding a 300 pound weed eater or picking up dog poop. I don’t like trimming the bushes either.
So this guy told me about this other guy and now my shrubs are sporting a new do and I didn’t have to do it myself. Yippee!! Dude had his 13 year-old with him and that kid worked like a trooper. And he liked my lawnmower, you guys. 😉
When I rolled in the garage, I had to look twice to make sure I wasn’t driving a brand new Tesla instead of a plain old lawnmower. Within less than 3 minutes, the kid let me know it needed oil; was low on gas; he doesn’t plan on going to college but wants to be just like his dad; and he wanted me to look at the one hedge he was allowed to trim (instead of raking and picking up the debris).
While the puppies were looking at the workers wondering how to get out there with them… I’m wishing I could turn the clock back a few decades and teach my own son more about the importance of a hard day’s work.
