Today I finally mowed my jungle ... I mean lawn. It's been raining so much I'm growing beautiful mushrooms on a regular basis. I keep picking them and putting them in the compost.
I have what's called a natural lawn. So it does get long. It's supposed to get long. But so much rain. It's growing like the weeds it is. It had to be done. I was going to a memorial service late in the afternoon so I decided to wear my jammies out and then take a shower and get dressed when I got in. I'm in my yard at 8 am, who'd see me?
Before I went out I put my fit bit in my wrist carrier and put it on my wrist. All this work is done with the arms, not the legs. I needed a record of exercise for Noom.
I got out the weed whacker and started doing the old flower beds (the invasive Bishop's weed has eaten all my flowers) and the edges of the garden. Then it died. I was about half done. Normally I'd weed wack and then use the hand mower because if there was high spots I'd whack them. I drug out the electric mower.
Wouldn't you know it that the new neighbor came out and introduced herself. Then she offered her tween/teen as lawn boys. Like right away. I was almost done so I said no. But if they are still interested in spring they should knock on my door. (I wonder if they shovel snow?)
I came in, washed up and checked my phone. How many "steps" did I take the hour I was outside. It said zero. Hmmm. I checked the fit bit and it was GONE. Duckit. I'll find it in a couple years. Of course they only make wrist versions now, so I have to find something else. I'm so pissed off.
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