Looking like me, and walking like me, makes me automatically eccentric in a town dominated by small-nosed petite makeup obsessed women. I have lived on the same dead-end street for decades and my neighbors are either friends or frightened of me.
Two weeks ago I planted some new lovely flowers in my front flowerbed. I ripped up handfuls of wild onion at the time, and dug out every plant of it I could find. This week I was dismayed to see they had all come back and more. The internet was not much help; I've tried every remedy and product for them listed except: steam.
I have a steamer, kind of a big 'un.
I got my chair, my ice water, my phone playing Avalon channel on Pandora, and my extension cord. I fired up that steamer and steamed those weeds flat. They turned bright green and fell down, smelling like dinner with that special wild onion funk.
The postman and the neighbors all had to stop to see why I was vacuuming the flowerbed. The explanation did nothing but add to my legend on the block. If I'd done it in my bathrobe it would have been a little more fun but it's too warm today for that.
Two weeks ago I planted some new lovely flowers in my front flowerbed. I ripped up handfuls of wild onion at the time, and dug out every plant of it I could find. This week I was dismayed to see they had all come back and more. The internet was not much help; I've tried every remedy and product for them listed except: steam.
I have a steamer, kind of a big 'un.
I got my chair, my ice water, my phone playing Avalon channel on Pandora, and my extension cord. I fired up that steamer and steamed those weeds flat. They turned bright green and fell down, smelling like dinner with that special wild onion funk.
The postman and the neighbors all had to stop to see why I was vacuuming the flowerbed. The explanation did nothing but add to my legend on the block. If I'd done it in my bathrobe it would have been a little more fun but it's too warm today for that.
Doing this in your bathrobe would have made great video. You should have your own reality show.
ReplyDeleteI'd love having you as a neighbor.
ReplyDeletePlus the fact that you butt-dialed my home phone this morning about 8:07. You left a message on the answering machine. It sounded like the car beeping when you have the door open and the key in the ignition, plus background of radio and some crackling. Please tell me you weren't getting carjacked.
ReplyDeleteNo, I was purse-dialing you, probably while wrestling the umbrella in the muggy wet wind.
ReplyDeleteAt least you weren't carjacked.
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