Day Two: April 19, 2011
Tuesday was a little harder, mostly due to the weather. It was threatening rain all morning and poured for real during part of the afternoon; this is the part when the TV starts to look really tempting.
But I resisted, and I’m so glad! **polishes halo**
There was a lot of coloring, reading, and singing again, of course, and it had cleared up enough to go back outside when Mom came over around 6. And it’s a good thing, too, because apparently we’ve produced a child who does not want to come inside. Ever.
Mom decided this was the time to trim the boxwoods which were literally eating our porch. She was being very deliberate, using hand clippers and taking off small pieces at a time in an attempt to create a decent shape (according to Adam, the shrub in question looks like, and I quote, “three-quarters of a butt”…sheesh). Once she’d been going for awhile I started to realize how much larger the porch is than I thought; there’s almost enough room for a rocking chair. Almost.
When Adam got home he jumped in to help with the pruning, and they eventually got to a point where the branches were too thick for the clippers.
At which point Adam said, “I have something for this!” and brought out the chainsaw. This is one of thebenefits hazards benefits of being married to a man who deals in outdoor power equipment for a living. The boxwood now looks like this:
But I also no longer feel like my shrubberies are going to eat me when I’m standing at the front door, so I guess it all evens out in the end.
Dad came over with Chinese food for all of us, so Adam went to sleep a happy man. The End.
But I resisted, and I’m so glad! **polishes halo**
There was a lot of coloring, reading, and singing again, of course, and it had cleared up enough to go back outside when Mom came over around 6. And it’s a good thing, too, because apparently we’ve produced a child who does not want to come inside. Ever.
Mom decided this was the time to trim the boxwoods which were literally eating our porch. She was being very deliberate, using hand clippers and taking off small pieces at a time in an attempt to create a decent shape (according to Adam, the shrub in question looks like, and I quote, “three-quarters of a butt”…sheesh). Once she’d been going for awhile I started to realize how much larger the porch is than I thought; there’s almost enough room for a rocking chair. Almost.
When Adam got home he jumped in to help with the pruning, and they eventually got to a point where the branches were too thick for the clippers.
At which point Adam said, “I have something for this!” and brought out the chainsaw. This is one of the
But I also no longer feel like my shrubberies are going to eat me when I’m standing at the front door, so I guess it all evens out in the end.
Dad came over with Chinese food for all of us, so Adam went to sleep a happy man. The End.
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