Lawn mowing
About a week ago, Melissa and I realized it was time we admitted something to ourselves: we were never going to mow our lawn, and we needed to suck it up and find someone who would. I was tasked with sending an email to the neighborhood list in search of an unsuspecting teenager who would tackle our overgrown lawn, and whoa! There are a lot of people in our neighborhood who want to mow lawns. Kids, grown-ups, people’s neighbors — within a day I had more emails than I knew what to do with. We settled on Ellie and Sam, who made a very convincing pitch to do the mowing for $5 less than we were offering. They’re still getting the full $30 (actually, for this first time they’re getting $37, because we feel guilty for letting it get so overgrown, and we have seven extra dollar bills between us) so perhaps they were just clever that way.
The point of all of this is: we are the grown-ups who hire teenagers to mow their lawn. I am sitting here at my desk, doing work, and Sam is outside mowing our lawn. This is a strange sensation. And, as Melissa says, that is all.
