Here's hoping tomorrow is not like today. I volunteered to follow Not-Quite Mrs. redduck to the auto repair place as she had backed into a Mercedes a few days ago. (It seems a woman was making a U-turn in front of our driveway as N-Q Mrs. r was backing out of the garage). Anyhow, as N-Q Mrs. r was ready to leave the collision place in her rented shiny black Camaro (she wanted a Jetta), I got ready to leave as well. I was parked in the repair place's lot and immediately backed into a parked BMW.
After that accident was reported to the insurance companies I went to Home Depot to return a trowel and cement-in-a can. The clerk asked me if I was returning the items because I didn't need them. I told her that I was returning them because I was over-matched by the items and had no idea how to use them. This caused the customers around me to kind of shuffle away. (They must have been in awe--especially when I explained that the trowel didn't come with directions). While I'm still talking to the clerk, N-Q Mrs. r calls me to say she's locked out of the house. The clerk hears the conversation and immediately gives me a refund.
I have four big trees at my new home, but haven't raked at all. My lawn guy somehow takes care of all that for me. I think he just turns them into mulch as he mows.
