Anyone can mow a yard

Wierd. 

Today was wierd. 

We got up very early (I didn't sleep well last night, I think some of the manufacturing noise in the industrial park combined with my innate "mental" and put me in a bad place).  I took a shower, though, and put in a few drops of argan oil I'd bought at the beauty supply store.  It seemed to help. 

"I think" I told Ron "People would say my hair is my best feature.  If you asked them to describe me, they'd talk about my glasses, then my hair.  When I get compliments they're nearly always about my hair (I get a few on my smile)."  So, I might as well pamper it. 

I'm not used to doing nice things for myself.  I'm still working on something between manic spending sprees, depressive funks, and honest self-care. 

We went to work.  The other vendor was there.  We "made nice" with him and chatted about random things. 

We went to check on the vending machines (I pushed Ron in the wheelchair, he can't get on the cart with his back acting up).  Sure enough, the bottled vendor demon was acting up again. 

I don't like to say I hate any machine; but I lean that way.  I am really inclined to send it back to Austin when they move us to our new area.  Yeah, it "looks cool" and it might make a little money, but it really doesn't make any more money than a regular canned soda machine. 

The soda machines, under contract with Dr Pepper, also come with free repairs.  Why would we want to pay out the nose for repairs on something that causes drama?

We hate drama.  Really.  It is so tempting to think, if we just got rid of that machine, our business would run so much smoother. 

Is it true?  Doubtful. 

They had a safety meeting in the room while Ron and I serviced the machine.  Apparently there's an issue with the finger guards.  Eek.  Maybe vending isn't so bad after all. 

The weatherman swore up and down it would rain, maybe even severe, so we went home after that and stayed there.  We need inventory, we could have bought it.  But we believed the forecast. 

I did get a pretty good nap.  When I got up I did my God time, then got on the computer for a bit. 

I decided to mow the yard.  It was bright and sunny.  I had a little trouble with the mower but we got it going (it's electic, with a cord).  Front and back yard mowed, still needs some weed whacking.  But 90% done.  The front looks great and that's the important thing.

The bug spray worked great, the mosquitoes were everywhere but no one bit me.  I also wore my old jeans (and bra), my work shirt, and old shoes.  Ron was my cheerleader. 

He feels bad he can't do yardwork

I don't know much about men.  But men hate to feel useless, Ron in particular.  So I make a point of appreciating the things he does - paying the bills, keeping the lights on.  That matters. 

Anyone can mow a yard.