The Right Thing
The yard is in need of edging, which means grass is thick around the edges in various spots. But I got a new book the other day, and I’d much rather sit and read. Of course, that’s not really the responsible thing to do, but I wonder if I’m aging out of the need to be responsible, and is it really responsible? After all I am getting soft around the edges so maybe my yard can be soft around the edges. We’d be a matched pair.
Of course, there’s also some saying that what you do when people aren’t looking says something about your character. So, maybe I need to go out there and get to work, but what does being in total control of nature and my yard when people aren’t looking really say about me? Conformity? Power? Control? Luckily, I’ve already mated and passed on my genes so that imperative is gone. And as I’ve noted before, there’s no HOA to pester me nor is the city much interested in how my yard looks.
I guess it’s all up to me, and what do I like. Actually, I like having the yard look nice, but I’m also a procrastinator and I have a tolerance for the unkempt. So, it’s a balancing act. At the moment, I’m tilting toward edging, which is what happens, and there’s also a spot that needs some weed pulling and I can feel that pressing on me. So, it’s likely I’ll be sweating in the yard this morning, acting line a grownup, and a sensible member of society. Hah!