Folks at work this week talking about their three day weekend were saying things like, "I'll finally get a chance to catch up on my yard work." I remember those times. As a near suburban home owner I too had a yard and sacrificed one, if not two, nights a week. Never again. For those that find this time meditative, good on ya, but it ain't my bag. Would much rather take in a movie at Real Art Ways, go for a hike, head to the museum, volunteer somewhere, go for a bike ride, well - you see there are a lot of things that seem more fun (for me) than cutting the grass or yanking out weeds. And I totally don't dig the guilt trip, keeping up with the neighbors crap. Might as well grow a huge yard sized garden rather than grass, at least you'd get some tasty organic veggies for the labor.
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