In junior high and high school I made my money mowing yards (supplemented by doing deliveries for a local book store after I got my license). Long hot hard hours stuck behind a mower… I swore I would never EVER mow a lawn again! And through three townhouses and two apartments I kept to that. And when Deb and I went house hunting, she agreed — condos only. No yards!

Sadly, the market for condos sucked when we were looking.

Our realtors asked us to look, just look, at a place they had. Wonderful house. Places for all our books. And a lovely private… um, back yard. Alas, I said, as God was my witness, I promised myself I would never mow another yard!

Oh, came the reply, ever thought about hiring a service? We know a couple good ones.

DOH!

Anyway, point is, hear where you’re coming from, totally empathize, and we’ll probably go the same way in ten years (DEB: “10–15 years”) when we retire. Still don’t own a lawn mower.