Hard Time

I spent the weekend doing manly chores around the house. I did some painting, mowing, and mulching.

The front porch and front door are looking really shabby so I'm in the throes of refurbishing them. Over the weekend, I got the front door and the wood all around the front door sanded and painted. I did a good job if I do say so. I even got a new brass door knocker and installed it. The fiberglass pillars supporting the porch are peeling paint. They're next on my list of paint jobs. Once I decide to do it, I don't really mind painting.

May in Maryland is grass growing season. And even though the yard took a while to get going, it's in full swing now so, of course, I was forced to mow. Working in the yard is not my favorite chore. If I wear earplugs, mowing the yard is just barely tolerable.

But I also mulched. Blech! Unlike most of the other suburban males in my neighborhood, I don't get an erection whenever step one of a job is "Get out Wheelbarrow". In fact, I pretty much despise any and all jobs that require one and assiduously avoid such jobs as long as possible. I just hate hauling that stuff around and the tedium of lifting prickly bushes to tuck the stuff underneath. Plus mulch always seems to give me a rash on my arms.

But it's getting hot and it's been two years since I last mulched. I bit the bullet this weekend and performed my duty.
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