For those of you that get the pun in my title, it's not what you think. I have a blister on the palm of my right hand. It's about the size of a dime, and I got it today while performing yard work in the scorching Georgia sun and heat. My parents came over this morning to help me get my yard in order. I'm not a yard work kind of girl, in fact, I hate it, and it shows. Which is why they volunteered to come help me get the front yard back to a presentable state. It's so much easier to accomplish some things when you have help. All day long we mowed, we weeded, we pressure-washed, we laid pave stones, we edged, we trimmed bushes, we swept, and we even put up a new mailbox post. We were exhausted.
As I type this, my lower back killing me and drinking gallons of water to replace what I sweated out today, I reflect on a few ways to look at what the blister on my hand represents:
- A job well-done. An accomplishment. A sense of pride in my home.
- Team-work. Family support. Lending a hand when things become too overwhelming.
- Damn shovel. Soft hands not meant for manual labor. Yardwork sucks.
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I, too, spent a few minutes on my yard. Whack those damn bushes back into square shapes, I did. Then I had to stand on tippy-toes to disentangle the pine-tubes from my gutters.
The good news is that it is always, always crazy winfy around here. No clean-up - at least for me. The neighbors are not too happy...
As I've said before,embrace the undocumented worker. *smiles*
Yep blisters on your right hand suck. . . never had one before but that is what I have heard you know.
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