Monday, March 12, 2007

The Joys of Yardwork

Years ago, I rented half a shotgun with an ex. This shotgun had a jungle for a backyard, weeds literally taller than me. We had a dog, though, so I was determined to make the backyard habitable and spent weekend after weekend clearing everything out of there. Once I got through the weeds, I discovered the trash, a seemingly endless supply of broken bottles and smashed cans, rusty nails, car parts, hypodermic needles, bullet casings (not the best neighborhood), and once, memorably, a pair of XXX-Large blue tiger-striped bikini underwear. I hauled at least a dozen giant garbage bags to the curb.

Once that was done, I laid out flower beds with old bricks and planted bushes and flowers. I uncovered concrete we used as a porch and put down sod over the rest. I even dug up a tree from the ex’s family farm and transplanted it. (Okay, I had help with those last two things.) The point here is that I worked my ass off for that backyard.

Then we broke up. She kept the apartment, and the yard. And the dog.

But that’s okay. The place was a rental, and I considered the work I did on that yard as practice for when I bought a place of my own.

A couple of years ago, I was out drinking with friends and got it into my head to go see that yard, so we found the old house (the ex wasn’t living there anymore), snuck around the back and hauled ourselves up on the fence. We’re very lucky it didn’t collapse. Anyway, the yard was still there, still pretty much as I had left it, all grass and bushes and flowers and the tree was pretty tall. I sincerely hope whoever lives there now enjoys it.

These days, I have been living in my place for a couple of months now, and I finally finished the unpacking last weekend. That’s one less thing to do. The closet still doesn’t have doors or shelves or a rod, but considering I didn’t have a shower when I first moved in (I poured a bucket over my head), I feel like real progress has been made. Unfortunately, though, the insurance money is all gone daddy gone, which means everything else I do is going to have to come out of my pocket, so progress will be pretty slow from now on. And the backyard was a jungle, with weeds above my head, not to mention a chain link fence down the middle.

However, a friend of the housemate asked her what she most wanted to make the place feel like home, and she said a backyard. She has a dog, after all. Next thing we know, last Saturday these guys show up and tear into the yard. They showed up again Monday, and when I got home from work, the yard was completely cleared. Even the chain link fence was gone. Plus, they’re building us a wood fence.

For a second, I felt bummed that I wasn’t doing it myself, but you know what? I got over it, like, real quick. After all the work, heartache, and stress I put into this place (and will continue to, no doubt), I decided I’m all right with someone else handling the yard. I don’t care what goes in back there as long as I can eventually put a kegerator on the porch.

15 comments:

Sophmom said...

Congratulations on the improvements. The art of letting go is a blessing. ;)

Crazy Cat Lady . . . said...

I hate yardwork! Memories of sixty trees worth of raking leaves...but great news about your old yard.

Sophmom said...

Aw, Dale, you got the BIG spam!

Dale said...

Yeesh, who had the time to write that?

Crazy Cat Lady . . . said...

I think it was more "generated" than written. That said, I could probably find the time. Ha ha uh, yeah.

Cursed Tea said...

Great Blog!!
I'm a NOLA newbie from Scotland (that's a FOB kind - 'fresh off the boat'). I'm so sorry to read about your house and your cat. I hope some of the kind voodoo queens in town have put a stop to such cursing!! You definitely deserve the garden makeover after all that! I hope you get a moment to sit out with a cold one and enjoy your new space!

Thanks!
Best Wishes
Kirsty

Sophmom said...

Consider yourself nagged, Dale. Geek Dinner III. This coming Saturday. Casa del Dangerblond.
http://thinknola.com/wiki/Geek_Dinner_3#People_to_Nag

Sophmom's comin' to town.

Sharon

Dale said...

Hey Sharon, just signed on so I'll see you Sat. Hopefully a geek dinner will get my ass motivated to update this damn blog (like adding CCL and changing your title, for instance).
And hi Kirsty! Welcome to the 'hood.

Sophmom said...

No worries about my title. I go by all of the above and the link works. I try not to let the blog become a nagging chore. Sometimes I succeed. Life's too short to sweat the small stuff. You just keep on doing all that you do and do this when the muse moves you. We'll be here when that time comes. See ya Saturday. :D

Karen said...

If you feel at all guilty about the yardwork, I have a bigg mess in my backyard that you coulc work out your issues in with a rake and a shovel.

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Sophmom said...

Hey, darlin'.

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