Friday, June 21, 2013
My Resume is Growing
I was on a roll and decided to add landscaper to my growing resume. Years ago before our fall from grace my yard was perfect every summer. I pulled weeds and had one of the nicest yards in the subdivision. Lately we've been lucky to just keep our house and paying work took precedence over yard work. The bushes had taken over our front yard and you couldn't even see our windows on the first floor.
Tim actually helped yesterday and trimmed back the bushes in front of the garage while I was at the furniture store. The kids were amazed at his handiwork, he's not much of a yard guy. Years ago when I asked him to trim the bushes with the electric trimmer he cut through all three drop cords while trimming and so never asked him to do it again. This time he successfully made it without sawing through the drop cord and I was very impressed with his work.
I got up this morning all pumped to finish the job. The bushes in front of our living room window were so tall you couldn't even tell we HAD windows. We had trees sprouting up behind the bushes, poison ivy, weeds and unknown sticker plants (for lack of a better word) sprouting out in all different directions.
I got out the little aluminum ladder my Diddy had given me for Christmas years ago and went to town. I cut as much as I could from the ground, then put the ladder in front of the bushes while Massey held it and leaned back against the ladder while reaching as high up as I could with the trimmer. The aluminum rungs were killing the back of my calf's but just kept on cutting. Once I got to the higher parts, I had to hold on to the ladder behind me with one hand while swinging the trimmer as high up as I could with my other arm. I am sure at least two of the neighbors across the street were laughing at me through their window or making a video tape of the crazy determined mighty might slinging away with one arm waving an electric trimmer around above her head. Massey was a nervous wreck and thought I was going to fall off the ladder at least ten times.
My sweet sister came over a couple of weeks ago and painted my front door for me. Next she is going to paint my shutters the same color and my house will begin to resemble a house again.
I'm tackling my front island on Monday. I have gladiolas, irises , day lilies, and brown eyed susans screaming for help from the weeds overtaking them as well.
My house may not look like a mansion, but is a mansion to me...just a neglected one.
I call our home "The house of hard knocks" but at least I have a house to name.
I went into work tonight after finishing yard work at four and clocked in by five. A co worker who I absolutely adore who reads my blog said to me "You got a crazy life and nothing comes easy, always gets effed up but you always seem make it happen."
You know, she is exactly correct. Life's NOT easy... but if you are a good person and try your best, good things happen. Sometimes you have to be patient and and a lot of times you have to pray.
As Zach once said to me when he was only about six years old "Momma, my prayer's came right."
My prayer's have "come right."
With so much help it's not even funny and determination, it's amazing what you can do.
I never get tired of saying it because it's so fantastically true...I am blessed.
Til next time...one tired COTTON.
PS I will upload a picture tomorrow of the bruises on the back of my legs from leaning against the ladder. I call them victory marks!