Do they not understand . . .
Yes, I know that I just lost my mother . . .
And you’re trying to be neighborly . . .
Because you think I’m a weak little female that can’t possible take care of a yard all by herself . . .
Dude . . . I appreciate the offer . . . I really do . . .
but I’ve been doing this by myself for over 6 years now . . .
The grass in the front yard is a hot damn mess because IT’S RAINED FOR 8 STRAIGHT DAYS . . . and I can’t mow grass when it’s wet . . .
Not because I’m a helpless little girl that needs a man to help me . . .
See . . . I don’t “scalp” my yard when I mow it . . .
and I’ve learned how to use the bagger on the mulch mower so I don’t have to rake the yard when it’s a jungle and there are large clumps of grass all over the place . . .
and I’ve learned now to use the leaf blower so that I can clean the sidewalks without having to use an actual broom to . . .
and I know where the divots are in the yard where the tree roots from where the old elm trees used to be . . .
and I know where the termite station is and I (rarely) mow over it and shatter it into a gazillion pieces . . .
and more importantly . . . and the reason why I’m so upset TODAY OF ALL DAYS . . . I know where the hens and chicken plants my dear departed Mother gave to me several years ago . . . AND I DON’T MOW OVER THEM . . .
Y’all . . . I realize it’s a small thing . . . and I should (SHOULD) smile sweetly and say “thank you” to someone doing me a kindness during a time of grief . . . because he’s a guy and he only know how to “help” during a time of grief . . . but I can’t let this go . . . I won’t say anything because I don’t know how to do that without being pissy . . . but those damn plants came from my Mom . . . and today was her funeral . . . so I’m gonna just be petty and sulk.