Call It What You Want...

Have I mentioned how much I like neighbors who are currently out of work?

I would be happy to mow my own grass, but am really not up for it. Well, maybe not happy, but I'd do it. Tim would be similarly amenable to doing it, if he were home and without a list of tasks a mile long to do in those few hours he is home. Daylight saving time helps some, but...

A couple months ago, our next-door neighbor, Cindy, came over. "You guys have been so nice to us since we moved in, and I wanted to do something for you. Can I mow your grass?"

Gee. I suppose. Twist my arm really hard...

She fell in love with the snazzy lawnmower Tim got me that has variable-speed self-propelled-ness and an electric ignition. She came over and mowed a couple more times, including when Tim was in Europe.

Also we have Jerry across the street, looking after things, helping the waddling pregnant lady keep things picked up. One week he put the garbage cans away when Tim was gone. Another time he had his landscaping guy take some old landscaping trash away. Then he cleaned up the debris from the curb so it could be hauled away.

Today, Tim has a list of things to do when he gets home. Top of the list is mowing. Except...

Doorbell rings. Can't be Cindy; she finally got a job after many interviews at many good places. Ahh, it's her husband Jeff. He's now out of work. And bored. Can he mow my grass?