That’s short-lived, I promise. I don’t like gardening, but I’ll do what I have to do to keep the neighbors from attacking. We missed mowing the lawn last weekend because of the trip to Pittsburgh, so throughout this past week, the grass got taller and taller and weedier-looking and weedier-looking. It looked awful, so bad we could have been hiding cars on cinder blocks in the front yard, and we lost the dogs every time we opened the back door. I knew we had a busy weekend ahead, so since I got home from work early yesterday (yay!), I decided that the least I could do was get a head start on the yardwork. I spent over three hours out there, weeding my flower bed in the back and mowing the front lawn. It made a big difference this morning, as John was able to clean, mow, and weed-whack the backyard while I mulched the flower bed, all in about an hour and a half. (I carried every one of those giant mulch bags all the way to the bed by myself, and I can’t remember the last time I was so completely covered in dirt. Actual dirty dirt.)
We were right on schedule to get out of the house with plenty of time to get to DC (I’m meeting some people – details will follow after our meetup), but then John checked his work email. Apparently, something didn’t go quite right after an update and everyone’s panicking (probably unnecessarily), so John’s trying to calm them all down. I’m waiting to find out if he’ll be stuck working or if he can still go with me. End result? We’re running late. But, since this is a group party-thing I’m going to, it’s not that big a deal if I’m not right on time. And since I’m leaving tomorrow for a week, I plan to only spend an hour or two at the thing anyway. I’ll probably want to stay longer (I already want to stay longer), but I don’t want to leave tomorrow feeling like I hardly saw John this weekend.
Oh, we’re going. More later.