Sunday I spent the day doing yard work.
It was about time, as I’d let things pile up, weeds were starting to seed out, the hedges were towering WAY over my head, and my lawn was finally starting to green up & grow, since we’d gotten a little bit of rain.
So, I plugged my ear buds in, pulled on my garden gloves, & got to work.
After mowing the front lawn, & a little of the back (my battery-powered mower’s battery gave out), I plugged the battery into the charger, hoisted my hedge trimmer, & decided to tackle the beast-mode hedges, starting from the back end near OnlySon’s bedroom.
Well…until the hornets decided they didn’t want me messing with their nest.
Drop the hedge trimmer in my tracks & hightail it to the house, making sure the damned hell beasts don’t follow me inside, I raced for the bathroom to ice down my wounded self with cold water.
I’ve never run so fast in my ever-lovin’ life as I did after that first sting!
Holy Mother of Gods!
Luckily, the little winged bastard only nailed me through my glove, on my knuckle, so he really didn’t get me all that bad, but Holy Cheezits, it stung like a muther.
Yeah, I stayed inside the house for a while, laugh it up, Chuckles. I watched that front screen door like the NSA, waiting for those little pricks to stop swarming my porch, knowing they were there, mocking me, jeering & marking my front door with their angry little pheromones.
After getting a drink of water, & wiping the fear-stink off…
I went back outside to retrieve my property.
My hedge trimmer lay there in the grass like a lost orphan…
So I gingerly tiptoed over & gently pucked that poor baby up & cradled it in my arms.
Went to the other end of the hedge & started hacking.
Of course, I only got halfway down the hedge before I started seeing the hazardous, little, yellow bouncers dancing gleefully in the leaves again.
To the backyard.
Plenty of trimming to do back there, too.
And, as I’m happily zipping along, cutting through the Queen Anne bush next to OnlySon’s bedroom window…
I sliced halfway through my old extension cord, that someone had tossed into the bush.
*many, many bad words inserted here as the outlet goes dead*
Ok…Lucky for me, I’m a well grounded kind of gal.
And, I have a backup extension cord that reaches around to the driveway outlet, which allows me to finish up, not only trimming the wayward bushes in the backyard, but use my electric chainsaw to get through a piece of the neighbor’s hedge that has made its way through my fence & is too big for the hedge trimmer.
And what do I find while trimming?
A rogue plum tree… With plums hanging from it.
We used to have a plum tree, but it died years ago, & we cut it down, to the ground. This…has to be from one of the plums that fell off at some point, or got dropped by one of the kids, or some other weird coincidence.
Anyway… I have a plum tree? I guess?
Oh yeah, Sunday bitch-slapped me, hard.
But, like the badass mofo that I am, I bounced back & kept right on diggin’ til I’d had my fill.
And that was right about the time I went in the house & realized that by cutting that extension cord, I’d blown a fuse in the house, cutting power to the kitchen, the living room, and the hallway…