Another Shitty Day in Paradise

Gramma

Getting my yard under control is no easy feat.  Once I miss a beat, it goes rogue.  Yesterday there was no breeze, a rarity.  So I took the opportunity to spray weeds, which are rampant.  I especially hate when the grandkids come in contact with itch weed.  First I went to empty girlfriends sprayer, which already had some mix in it.  The seam on a plastic part broke at the sprayer handle.  Went to use my hand sprayer, and it would not hold air when pumping for pressure.  Dragged out the big gun, my backpack sprayer once used for spraying weeds in my ginseng operation.  The nozzle refused to spray a consistent target.  Maddening.  I ordered a new nozzle on Amazon.  By the time it gets here, the trees will be swaying. 

I set to my bi-annual bleaching of the well.  Our water stinks like the sulfurous gate to where my ex came from, not what you want to smell first thing in the morning.  There is a water filter under the kitchen sink.  So I remove the well cover and dump bleach down the sides of the well casing, then spray the hose down the tube until I hear the pump churning up the water.  Then it sits all day until  I run the hose onto the driveway for an hour to purge the bleach smell.  I forgot I was washing clothes, so have aborted the laundry. 

I am heading to bed, exhausted from cleaning out garden beds all day.  Dave is on the phone for his nightly call to his mother.  He asks me if I washed the two shirts he needs for union negotiations.  He has other shirts, but these have the union logo on them.  So I throw the two shirts in the washer on the quick cycle.  I try calling Dave three times to tell him to throw them in the dryer for a half hour.  He doesn't answer.  His phone does not reflect that I called.  WTF, we share the same carrier.  I go downstairs to do it myself, instructing him on the rest of the process, emphasizing the importance of removing them before they wrinkle. 

This is an average day around here, uneventful, busy with lots of necessary use of plan B, and searching for yard equipment I had just a minute ago.  The peacocks are screaming and fanning their feathers.  The cardinals are singing birdie birdie birdie.  The weather was beautiful, the yard is lush and needs mowing.  The tractor still has the snow blower and cab on it.