It’s a beautiful day, blue sky … no rain, and I’m going to do yard work. No, seriously, I am. I don’t do yard work. I quit doing it when I moved out of my parents house and they no longer gave me chores. I’m not sure they gave me much yard work to do after we left Grand Junction anyway, and that was in the 7th grade. I do remember having to do some weeding the same day we were filling up the pool for the season one year. We had a kidney shaped pool, which was the greatest thing EVER. Toads would sometimes jump in the pool, but couldn’t get back out. If we didn’t catch them, they drowned. That was sad. Anyway I wasn’t able to jump in the currently frigid pool until I finished the weeding. It was torture. I’m not sure it made me move faster so much as whine more. That’s the last yard work I remember. Most of my chores were indoor. At some point, an allergist pointed out to my mother how severe my allergy to grass was, and suggested I never mow a lawn. I never have. I send that allergist Christmas cards*.

But there are branches to be picked up, my front and back yards are carpeted with them. Not to mention the roof. Don’t worry, my mom, who is the sweetest most wonderful most special and definitely the prettiest mother on the face of this earth, is coming over to help me. She’s been on the roof before, when she lived in this house, and as long as someone holds the ladder for her, she’s cool with the roof.

A collective sigh of relief can be heard from those who have seen me walk.

*not really, I don’t manage to get xmas cards out to anyone, I’m so bad. I certainly enjoy receiving them. Every year I say this is the year, I’m going to send Christmas Cards. Ha!