I actually did something today besides scrub the bathroom floor, dust the ceiling fans, and look dubiously at the dates on can goods.

Despite the cloudy sky, I wheeled the lawn mower out and went to work.    I got the back yard a few days ago between raindrops, so I only needed to do the front yard.    It gets shaggy pretty quickly.   I suspect that the weeds and grass feed off the fertilizer blown over from neighboring yards.  The yard is actually green but grows quickly.

When I go after the yard, I do the whole thing.   Edging… weeding…  sweeping… bagging…   You get it.   The whole nine.   It’s my little postage stamp.   While it’s not as big as mom’s yard or has flowers, it’s mine  — kind of — and it’s the first thing Jason sees when he comes home.  It’s also something that’s first presented to any visitors… like his mom… when she comes over on Sunday.

So, it’s just important for me that it’s presented well.    Besides, I actually like doing yard work and if I did one more day of cleaning the house, I’d probably pull it apart to the rafters so I could really get some deep cleaning.

Anyway, while I was weeding a couple of guys yelled at me from a little white truck.  Instantly, I had a little flashback to all of the serial murder shows I watched on Netflix.   But, of course, nothing like that could ever happen to me…  ha ha ha.

Like an idiot, I waved back and a guy who had multiple moles on his eyelids, cheek, and a particularly big one on his nose, propositioned me to have the driveway sealed.  Once he quoted a price, he didn’t need to keep trying to (poorly) smooth talk me.

The last time I had the driveway sealed was some fifteen or twenty years ago.  It definitely wasn’t on my radar of stuff-to-do, but it was on there somewhere.    I said okay and off Joe and went, moles and all.

This other guy, Frank, called me over and started talking to me while poor moley Joe started to work picking out the weeds from the cracks.  Frank was a pretty interesting character.  A local, he was born in 1955 at Tampa General.  He told me he’s worked most of his life doing nothing but blacktop.

He waved some flyer that said Joe was using something called GemSeal.   It’s better than anything I could get from Home Depot claims Frank.   They pick it up in Tampa every morning and just work until there’s no more.   I guess I was the last stop of the day as Frank bosted how many coats I was getting.  I Googled.  GemSeal is a thing, but it has several different grades.   No clue which one I got.  I kind of wonder if they know which one they had.

Which, I don’t know.   There could be one coat or five.  I wasn’t fully paying attention.   When moley Joe started work, I kept pulling weeds.  Which, again, probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do.  Per serial killer shows, I should always know what’s going on around me and I wasn’t paying these strangers a speck of attention.   And, now that I’m back inside, my neck and shoulders are starting to really twinge.

I wonder which inside voice said “Hey, you’re in pain.   Let’s aggregate that by pulling weeds!”  Like I said in the other post…  I’m not the smartest person around.  But, my cabin fever threshold is really short -, especially after the House.   I just had to do something today or go a little (a lot) stir crazy.   I need more than just a walk around a well-worn maul.

I need to take action.

Which, I guess, is part of my two posts today.   I’m taking some kind of action and trying to keep it productive.

Anyway, Frank and moley Joe leave.  Now the driveway is black-ish and no one is allowed to park on it until tomorrow.  (The guys assured me multiple times that if it rains tonight, it’d be fine.   After all, GemSeal is used on commercial parking lots!   Wasn’t I getting a deal?)

One black driveway on a street of white ones.
I can’t help giggle about that a little.  Nope!  Nothing to see here.

Now, I want some spray paint.   There are these concrete things that hold dirt.   Out of the dirt are these multi-colored tree/plant things.    They’ve been there for over 20 years and don’t grow any taller.   I’m okay with them, but the concrete things have never been painted or even washed.

I need to get out and do some scrubbing if I can avoid raindrops tomorrow.  Some spray paint would be nice.   It’d really brighten up the yard I think and not cost a lot of money.  Now that I’m thinking about it, it’s definitely on my to-do.  Don’t know when, but sometimes.

I wonder if Jason will take me over to Home Depot.

My Final Fantasy pianist somehow changed to Viking metal while I was outside.    And I’m okay with that.    I only understand half to a quarter of what’s being said since it’s in a different language, but I like it anyway.

So far, I’m particularly fond of Apocalyptic Orchestra.
Who knew?

Anyways…  Have a good day.
I should probably send out the ‘why are you idiots failing my class’ emails.

Peace.