My wife and kids are in Chicago visiting her folks. I’m home, hoping to take advantage of the time to finish various projects: refinish the hardwoods, spray toxins on the carpenter ants, edge the lawn, trim the hedges, clean the kitchen, excavate my study enough that I can move back into it, etc… and maybe sneak in a couple of guilt-free, all-day bike rides. (And maybe I’ll go see Kill Bill.)
I couldn’t sleep last night because the house was too quiet and, without a spouse to curl up next to, I was too cold. I was too groggy for biking, but my kitchen is spotless. The yard looks good, too.
One could psychoanalyze my neighborhood based on its yard maintenance habits. See, we live in an area with a homeowners’ association. In each newsletter, they’ll include a gentle reminder such as this:
Yard Maintenance – Under Article 6.14 all homeowners are responsible
Hey, I’m in the same boat this week too! I can’t figure out what to do with my free time.