It happens far too often. I have too much to do, too little time to do it, places where I must go, and duties to which I must attend. Minor tasks get neglected of necessity. It piles up until a cascade of failure sets in. When that happens I’ve temporarily lost control of my little homestead.
Many things get chaotic but one that bothers me most is when the lawn goes feral. How pathetic can I get? A damn monkey can mow a lawn yet I can’t rise to monkey level of competency?!? (Hint: you can’t mow the lawn when you’re in another time zone.)
As with other busy summers I’ve resorted to triage mowing. Even that’s not working well but it’s all I can do. Hopefully things will hold together a few more weeks. Once I get a chance I can gain the upper hand. After that I’ll gladly deploy the brutal efficiency of setback mowing. Once I’ve initiated setback mowing I’ll be home free. It’ll take many weeks before that fine day arrives.
It is what it is. There are only so many hours in the day and sometimes you make trade offs. Sometimes you fail to attain otherwise reasonable goals. Sometimes your home looks like a crackhouse…
I’d made peace with it. But today I got an extra insult. It was from my dog.
The dog was pacing back and forth. Obviously distressed. After half an hour I realized my dog had deemed my lawn too unkempt and thus wouldn’t shit on it.
A lawn unworthy of dogshit is rock bottom! I’m half tempted to fill the sprayer with Roundup and kill everything.