Home ownership is not really my thing. Or Rick’s thing. We’re praying it turns out to be 5 year-old Dylan’s thing.
There’s all this stuff you’re supposed to do – like all the time. And you don’t even know you’re supposed to do it. My neighbor was the one who pointed out that we needed to trim our hedges, mostly because our hedges were winding their way into her garage. Which in my opinion makes them HER hedges but I don’t want to rumble with a senior citizen.
When you own a home, there’s always something going wrong that you have absolutely no idea how to fix. And the only thing Rick and I do know how to do well is kill stuff.
Like this is the patch of grass where we left our inflatable pool for a couple days…
And no, our pool is not square. I don’t get it either.
This is the patch of grass where we left our slip and slide overnight…
And this tree is about to keel over. We don’t even know how we killed it….
This is the just the damage we’ve done in three months. Can you imagine what we’ll do in a few years?
I feel like in this type of situation you need to turn to someone a little older and wiser for guidance. So I talked to my dad. A man who actually built his own deck. Anyone who can build a deck can certainly fix a lawn.
“Dad, how are we supposed to fix our yard?”
“I know. You can just use some green spray paint on those bare patches.”
Maybe I need to talk to someone else.