For example, I had to call a plumber for the first time today. Like, ever. He came right away, and he was quick, and kind, and didn't charge me much, but it was a little surreal that I had to call one at all. But the shower decided to up and clog, so I had no choice.
And then there's the whole yard maintenance thing. I have this huge yard that I haven't done a single thing with. I don't even know how to use a lawnmower. All summer, I was the neighbor with the ugliest front yard, because I never watered my grass or plants, so I had a brown lawn, a half-dead giant bird-of-paradise plant, and a row of hedges that served primarily as condos for the giant spiders in my neighborhood, who didn't even offer to pay rent.
Don't even get me started on how wild the back yard is - envision the Fire Swamp, without the ROUSes or the lightning sand, but with a giant blackberry bush that is threatening to overtake the garage and the neighbor's house and the fence and has probably already eaten a couple of dogs and a homeless guy.
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| I basically need a sword and the Man in Black to navigate my backyard |
Thankfully, the rains have started again, so the lawn is green, and my stepdad has cut down most of the hedges, but the bird-of-paradise looks like a bunch of pterodactyl heads, and not in a cool, "wow that's so sci-fi" kind of way.
And the shower is working. That's good news. And the plumber wants voice lessons. That's...odd news.
But I am thankful. This house is a blessing, despite the three rooms that need painting and the scratches I put on the wood floors because I decided it would be a good idea to move furniture by myself. The house is just what I wanted, prayed for, waited on God for. For all my complaints, I count as blessings the work that came with it.
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