I watered my first lawn for the first time last night.
This wasn't something I thought about when buying a house. Watering a lawn sounds wasteful. But Ernest told me the grass would choke back the weeds with a little moisture. The hose was already there, a little Vigoro 5-setting hecho en china spray gun already attached. It felt good in my hand. I watered it all, the peach, pear, and crabapple trees, the two garden boxes, even the little nopal down by the curb.
Today, I battled the leaky toilet tank. It took some trial and error, but no more water in the drippy cup. I am the owner of a water-tight toilet.
This doesn't feel like travel.
4 comments:
Ha! One of those stages in life...
But it *is* an adventure...just of a different sort 8-)
I dunno, problematic toilets sounds exactly like travel to me.
You're lucky to have fruit trees! That's a definite perk of home ownership.
Domestication!
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