Yesterday we had the surreal experience of buying a lawnmower at Sears. The friendly, helpful salesman was out of a 1950s time warp, making silly sexist jokes about yard work and stockings.
So now we own a lawnmower. We are suburban.
This has been a good time to be buying things like barbecue grills and lawnmowers, as everything is discounted for the end of the season. It's purely by coincidence, but it is nice.
Yesterday, for the first time since we moved in, I needed a sweatshirt on my morning dog-walk. It's still warm during the day, and just a little nippy in the morning and at night. The weather continues to be gorgeous, life continues to be heavenly.
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Yard work and stockings? I'm trying to imagine what he said...
Utter nonsense. He seemed to know he was being old-fashioned - saying it half-ironically. Or maybe I'm being too generous!
I did that a few weeks, and then decided to hire someone to do it. The novelty wore off really fast
But that's probably pretty common where you are. Around here, I notice all our neighbours do their own yard work. I've seen some huge houses with beautiful gardens that are probably professional done. But mostly raking leaves and mowing the lawn seems to be part of the weekend.
We're not busy enough to justify having someone else do that for us. Not yet, anyway.
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