I mowed our yard yesterday and it felt amazing. We have just under an acre so it takes a good 2-3 hours or so. I swear, mowing the lawn is one of the most satisfying types of work. You instantly see the results of your labor and get a nice, sweaty workout all the while. I love it, and I think Kyle and I will always fight over who gets to mow it. He will probably win most times though.
|My hands were SO RED last night after I was done.|
Kyle will probably be mad at me for bringing this up again but yesterday our neighbor left this note on his car.
We've never spoken a word to this lady and Kyle has parked his car halfway between our property and her's twice and one of his wheels was on like 2 inches of her grass. C'mon, seriously???? I know that the problem is not ours, it's hers, but it bugs me that someone has that much anger. We're not at all confrontational so we just moved our car and the note without saying anything. But the note got me thinking about how strange our (and most people's) living situation actually is. We live within feet of so many people that we barely talk to. We are part of a subdivision that shares nothing except the roads we drive on. We don't associate with our neighbors or call them friends. I mean, on a superficial level we've talked to a few people, but nothing deep or meaningful. It's ridiculous! Oprah recently said on her show that people who know their neighbors are happier. I believe it. And I would love to call the people who live closest to me my friends--good friends that I can call on for help or advice. Maybe if we're here for a few years it'll happen....? Check out this kind of communal living. I find it fascinating, what do you think? Anyway, we're going to just move past that note, stay OFF her area of the street, and hopefully build a relationship with her over time. We'll see...