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I just wanted to share that on Saturday, I mowed the lawn for the first time in nine years.
At the time I took my current job, it involved a bit of a raise. My daughter was not quite 4 and my son was a newborn. Mrs. Dallas was involved in several projects that often took her out on evenings and weekends. What this meant was that mowing the grass was hard to find time for, because I couldn't do it unless she was home to watch the kids--and between her being gone and the occasional rain, it just seemed like I was often feeling like I ought to cut the grass, but couldn't find an opportunity.
So it made sense to start paying to have the grass mowed, and we continued on. Lately, we're looking for expenses to cut (damn, where did that raise go???), and we decided to get rid of the lawn service. They came one time anyway before they got the message that we weren't using them, two weeks ago.
The lawn mower was rusty, after sitting in the shed (itself in need of some maintenance) for so long, but it did the job. I should dig out my blade sharpener. I was rusty too--I forgot how hard it was to use a string trimmer to edge the sidewalk, without leaning over and wrecking my back.
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