I’m devoting this week to taking back control of my yard. I’ve spent hours each day mowing, trimming trees and shrubs, edging sidewalks and patios, and various and sundry things needed done to make my landscaping presentable. Sadly, the lack of rain and attention means my yard is also sort of crunchy now.
All that work means that I’m a little crunchy too… or my old rheumatism plagued joints are crunchy. I feel every minute of hard labor in these old bones, but I have more work left to do.
I’ll take the weekend off… get the menfolk to fetch for me… maybe get a little silver bell to call them.
(I do the yard work because, even though my body objects, I enjoy it. The menfolk work hard outside the house, I work hard around the house.)
“I mow my own lawn.” Ron Reagan
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Using “joints” for inspiration, write 100 Words – 100 exactly – no more, no less. You can either use the word – or any form of the word – as one of your 100, or it can be implied. Include a link in your post back here, and add your story to the Mister Linky list. If you don’t have a blog, you can leave your submission in the comment section, or as a Facebook status post. Remember to keep spreading the love with supportive comments for your fellow Wordsters.