Went back out and mowed the back lawn. It was long so satisfying to cut as I could see the difference it made. After my fight with the strimmer last time I decided it would be less stressful if I cut the edges on my hands and knees with the shears.
Husband came out when I was doing that. "Why aren't you using the strimmer?"
"Because it hates me and won't work."
"Because it hates me and won't work."
Of course it worked for Husband. (Note to self: for future reference, Husband can now manage the strimmer in short bursts.)
There is so much to do in the garden. I never appreciated how hard Husband worked out there before.
Son-in-law was just going back to the car when he called, "Have you got an onion?"
I am regularly mocked for my hearing so I checked with Husband. "Did he ask if I had an onion?"
"I think so."
I gave him two.
Hubby is doing well! So are you!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Marie.
DeleteI guess someone knows their onions. Definitely hold husband to a bit of strimmering as tolerated. He needs to build his strength by doing it. My rx.
ReplyDeleteGood thinking, Boud.
DeleteStrimming is gentle exercise for a few minutes at a time.
ReplyDeleteIt is, and will help us both.
DeleteI understand Bailey the Golden Retriever. I forget too.
ReplyDeleteI really like the word, strimmer. We don’t use it here. Brits have great words.
ReplyDeleteI can relate to that video
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