Don’t know what happened to the first version of this posting, so here is the rewrite!
So Saturday was it. No more excuses, no more procrastinating, no more dilly dallying, it was time. I raked leaves.
I recruited help in the form of B and NoMH. Told them I’d be starting right at 8am, they said there was no way they’d be able to get there that early (shocker!) but they’d be there no later than 9. They got here at 10:15. (Yes, I was irritated and annoyed, even though I knew better.)
From 8 to 4 I/we worked pretty much non-stop. Rules were simple: get all leaves up, don’t fill the bags more than halfway because the county won’t take more than three a week and as they get water-laden they’ll break, and keep working. B has an issue with these rules, seeing as how she can ‘fit even more’ in the bags, regardless of me begging her to stop because I didn’t want to have to redo them all in three weeks or three months or whenever that particular bag makes it into the supercan. So B was reassigned to do the gutters. Disagreed vehemently with the gutter rule (leaves must go in a bag, not just thrown on the grown to be dealt with later) but we had a bit better luck. Didn’t have much success in getting her to stop fiddling with my siding or other things but that is just her way. I love them both for helping, but I think that by the time the day was over, they both hated me. Continue reading