Tuesday, November 13, 2007

No one wants to sweep the leaves.

Once again we are faced with an onslaught of foliage.

We no longer walk outside, we wade.

When we pull into the drive we know where to park the cars because of the leaf-free impression we left when we drove out of that spot earlier.

I can ignore the yard, though (anyone who has been to our house will chime in ‘clearly!’), but we really needed to clear a path to the door. The UPS guy keeps going to the back door, for some reason, even though the deck out there can be hard to navigate at the best of times, let alone when it is two feet deep in leaf litter.

So I caved in this week and got out there and did it. And I now present you with the list of reasons why that particular job is no fun.

- The crunchy fun-to-jump-in stuff is only on top. If you’re had any rain at all in the last six months there’s going to be inches of slimy leaves under that.

- You can never find the leaf rake when you need it. I finally got the job done with an old mop, only to uncover the rake head two hours later.

- There are BUGS in there! A wasp stung me on the toe. The toe! Oh, the humanity.

- There is no ending. Do you stop sweeping at the end of the deck? At the stairs? At the bottom of the stairs? Do you keep going until you reach the road?

So, no, it isn’t a fun job at all. And, oh there’s one other reason – it used to be Sam’s job.