My procrastination. I should have mown my lawn Wednesday when the weather was nice. NoOooO. Here I am on Saturday of Labor Day weekend sweating on the grass.

Fun fact: “Mowed” or “Mown” would both have been acceptable spellings in your sentence.  I find your use of “mown” both classy and intriguing.  Ugh.  If it weren’t for grass, I wouldn’t have a life.  (Kinda like a lot of Xbox gamers). 

To your post:  that’s awesome.  You get it!  Life will go on if the grass grows another day!   Some of our clients (they’re all awesome, but…) are anal as [BLEEP].  They act like if a service was not able to be done one week life would end.  Luckily they have us.  I can’t tell you how many lawns I would’ve skipped this year being short staffed and rained out if I was “the competitor”.

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My procrastination. I should have mown my lawn Wednesday when the weather was nice. NoOooO. Here I am on Saturday of Labor Day weekend sweating on the grass.

Fun fact: “Mowed” or “Mown” would both have been acceptable spellings in your sentence.  I find your use of “mown” both classy and intriguing.  Ugh.  If it weren’t for grass, I wouldn’t have a life.  (Kinda like a lot of Xbox gamers). 

To your post:  that’s awesome.  You get it!  Life will go on if the grass grows another day!   Some of our clients (they’re all awesome, but…) are anal as [BLEEP].  They act like if a service was not able to be done one week life would end.  Luckily they have us.  I can’t tell you how many lawns I would’ve skipped this year being short staffed and rained out if I was “the competitor”.

I try not to do yard work on the weekends, that's me time. I regretted not doing it during the week when I had the chance. By the time the weather broke, the grass was so long that I couldn't procrastinate any longer because it starts to nag me. I can't enjoy my weekend with a yard that looks like a hippie.

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I'm officially at the age where when I jump or hop down from anything taller than about a foot, a real fear flashes through my head concerning landing without hurting myself. 

I'm completely ground based, like a elephant lol.

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I'm officially at the age where when I jump or hop down from anything taller than about a foot, a real fear flashes through my head concerning landing without hurting myself. 

I'm completely ground based, like a elephant lol.

Getting old sucks.

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I'm officially at the age where when I jump or hop down from anything taller than about a foot, a real fear flashes through my head concerning landing without hurting myself. 

I'm completely ground based, like a elephant lol.

I’ve joined that club as well.  I’ll put it this way: since 99.5% of the hedges I need to trim are 6ft or less I’ve opted for step ladders with a platform to trim the taller ones.  I remember when I was younger throwing a 20 foot extension ladder against a palm to trim the fronds or against my house to hang Christmas lights.  Now, I’ll trim whatever palm I can with my telescoping stihl pole saw.  I still hang Christmas lights for my daughter.  I get on the roof and hug the edges like a long lost relative I haven’t seen in years (making sure I have the most me surface area on the roof as possible) 

Along the lines, the trailer that my crew is using is open.  Has 2ft mesh sides.  I remember when I’d hop in it to fill the mowers in the morning and if feeling frisky I’d hop from deck over the sides onto ground when done.  Now… I lift my leg up to get in (with assistance from my hand), make the “dad noise” while my right leg “little engines” the rest of my body onboard.  I had ‘em up and then drop drop.  Until recently.  My boot slipped on the tail and I almost busted my [BLEEP].  Would’ve been a 3-3 1/2 foot fall.  But I’m sure I would not have enjoyed it.  One day I’ll probably use my step ladder to get up there and back out.  the other lawn crews will be laughing me out the gas station then.

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I'm officially at the age where when I jump or hop down from anything taller than about a foot, a real fear flashes through my head concerning landing without hurting myself. 

I'm completely ground based, like a elephant lol.

I’ve joined that club as well.  I’ll put it this way: since 99.5% of the hedges I need to trim are 6ft or less I’ve opted for step ladders with a platform to trim the taller ones.  I remember when I was younger throwing a 20 foot extension ladder against a palm to trim the fronds or against my house to hang Christmas lights.  Now, I’ll trim whatever palm I can with my telescoping stihl pole saw.  I still hang Christmas lights for my daughter.  I get on the roof and hug the edges like a long lost relative I haven’t seen in years (making sure I have the most me surface area on the roof as possible) 

Along the lines, the trailer that my crew is using is open.  Has 2ft mesh sides.  I remember when I’d hop in it to fill the mowers in the morning and if feeling frisky I’d hop from deck over the sides onto ground when done.  Now… I lift my leg up to get in (with assistance from my hand), make the “dad noise” while my right leg “little engines” the rest of my body onboard.  I had ‘em up and then drop drop.  Until recently.  My boot slipped on the tail and I almost busted my [BLEEP].  Would’ve been a 3-3 1/2 foot fall.  But I’m sure I would not have enjoyed it.  One day I’ll probably use my step ladder to get up there and back out.  the other lawn crews will be laughing me out the gas station then.

Yeah pretty much exactly what I'm talking about lol. I hop off an implement or out of the truck bed and midway down I'm like why did I do that - brace! brace!

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I'm officially at the age where when I jump or hop down from anything taller than about a foot, a real fear flashes through my head concerning landing without hurting myself. 

I'm completely ground based, like a elephant lol.

Getting old sucks.

Physically, yes.  Mentally, no.  Yes, I was a lot better looking, and more athletic, when I was younger.  But when I look back on my younger years, there are a lot of things I do not miss at all.  For example, the constant drive for success, and the fear of failure.  Or the insatiable sex drive that is never satisfied, and nags at you and causes all sorts of bad decisions.  Being young involves lots of insecurity, and worry.  There's always someone telling you what to do, whether it's a boss, or if you're your own boss, then you have clients.  

You get older, you retire, and you can tell everyone to [BLEEP] off. 

When I think about being young, I don't want to go back.  Or maybe I should say, yes, getting old sucks, but being young sucks worse.

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I'm officially at the age where when I jump or hop down from anything taller than about a foot, a real fear flashes through my head concerning landing without hurting myself. 

I'm completely ground based, like a elephant lol.

Getting old sucks.

...so does the alternative, though.

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I'm officially at the age where when I jump or hop down from anything taller than about a foot, a real fear flashes through my head concerning landing without hurting myself. 

I'm completely ground based, like a elephant lol.

I’ve joined that club as well.  I’ll put it this way: since 99.5% of the hedges I need to trim are 6ft or less I’ve opted for step ladders with a platform to trim the taller ones.  I remember when I was younger throwing a 20 foot extension ladder against a palm to trim the fronds or against my house to hang Christmas lights.  Now, I’ll trim whatever palm I can with my telescoping stihl pole saw.  I still hang Christmas lights for my daughter.  I get on the roof and hug the edges like a long lost relative I haven’t seen in years (making sure I have the most me surface area on the roof as possible) 

Along the lines, the trailer that my crew is using is open.  Has 2ft mesh sides.  I remember when I’d hop in it to fill the mowers in the morning and if feeling frisky I’d hop from deck over the sides onto ground when done.  Now… I lift my leg up to get in (with assistance from my hand), make the “dad noise” while my right leg “little engines” the rest of my body onboard.  I had ‘em up and then drop drop.  Until recently.  My boot slipped on the tail and I almost busted my [BLEEP].  Would’ve been a 3-3 1/2 foot fall.  But I’m sure I would not have enjoyed it.  One day I’ll probably use my step ladder to get up there and back out.  the other lawn crews will be laughing me out the gas station then.

I thought this is why every crew hired a young kid. Back in the day I was the "I'm too old to do this thing, here, you do it" gopher. We did housepainting, so the combination of young, fit, and sober at start of the workday (yes  this was an issue with most on the crews) meant I was the lucky one to do all the tallest ladder work, fear of heights be danged.

I still loved what I did, though, good times.

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Getting old sucks.

Physically, yes.  Mentally, no.  Yes, I was a lot better looking, and more athletic, when I was younger.  But when I look back on my younger years, there are a lot of things I do not miss at all.  For example, the constant drive for success, and the fear of failure.  Or the insatiable sex drive that is never satisfied, and nags at you and causes all sorts of bad decisions.  Being young involves lots of insecurity, and worry.  There's always someone telling you what to do, whether it's a boss, or if you're your own boss, then you have clients.  

You get older, you retire, and you can tell everyone to [BLEEP] off. 

When I think about being young, I don't want to go back.  Or maybe I should say, yes, getting old sucks, but being young sucks worse.

I have neither a boss nor clients 

I still worry quite a bit though.

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Speaking of...

It rained, [BLEEP]!

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I’ve joined that club as well.  I’ll put it this way: since 99.5% of the hedges I need to trim are 6ft or less I’ve opted for step ladders with a platform to trim the taller ones.  I remember when I was younger throwing a 20 foot extension ladder against a palm to trim the fronds or against my house to hang Christmas lights.  Now, I’ll trim whatever palm I can with my telescoping stihl pole saw.  I still hang Christmas lights for my daughter.  I get on the roof and hug the edges like a long lost relative I haven’t seen in years (making sure I have the most me surface area on the roof as possible) 

Along the lines, the trailer that my crew is using is open.  Has 2ft mesh sides.  I remember when I’d hop in it to fill the mowers in the morning and if feeling frisky I’d hop from deck over the sides onto ground when done.  Now… I lift my leg up to get in (with assistance from my hand), make the “dad noise” while my right leg “little engines” the rest of my body onboard.  I had ‘em up and then drop drop.  Until recently.  My boot slipped on the tail and I almost busted my [BLEEP].  Would’ve been a 3-3 1/2 foot fall.  But I’m sure I would not have enjoyed it.  One day I’ll probably use my step ladder to get up there and back out.  the other lawn crews will be laughing me out the gas station then.

I thought this is why every crew hired a young kid. Back in the day I was the "I'm too old to do this thing, here, you do it" gopher. We did housepainting, so the combination of young, fit, and sober at start of the workday (yes  this was an issue with most on the crews) meant I was the lucky one to do all the tallest ladder work, fear of heights be danged.

I still loved what I did, though, good times.

I lead by example.  Or try to.  So yes, we may have the “low guy on the pole” but we also don’t solely stick them with the [BLEEP] jobs.  We will at first to test them and their eagerness to work.  If they pass, we all kick in and do it as a team.

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Getting old sucks.

Physically, yes.  Mentally, no.  Yes, I was a lot better looking, and more athletic, when I was younger.  But when I look back on my younger years, there are a lot of things I do not miss at all.  For example, the constant drive for success, and the fear of failure.  Or the insatiable sex drive that is never satisfied, and nags at you and causes all sorts of bad decisions.  Being young involves lots of insecurity, and worry.  There's always someone telling you what to do, whether it's a boss, or if you're your own boss, then you have clients.  

You get older, you retire, and you can tell everyone to [BLEEP] off. 

When I think about being young, I don't want to go back.  Or maybe I should say, yes, getting old sucks, but being young sucks worse.

Thinking about being young again… I would so do high school over.  That is if I knew then what I do now.  I’d probably have to mow more lawns to pay for child support, but, hey!  Whataya gonna do, eh?   Looking back, I was a “player” but as many times I was told I looked like Leo Dicraprio, I should’ve been hitting more than the books.  I remember walking into a crowded restaurant. My look at time time had a group waiting for a table in awe.  They said “is that Leonardo DiCaprio??? I played it all suave like as if I didn’t care.  Maybe I should do my hair like that again?  But I’m rolling with the long hair long beard and [BLEEP] clothes look.  Pocket full of money dressed like a bum, if you will (thanks kid rock)

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Physically, yes.  Mentally, no.  Yes, I was a lot better looking, and more athletic, when I was younger.  But when I look back on my younger years, there are a lot of things I do not miss at all.  For example, the constant drive for success, and the fear of failure.  Or the insatiable sex drive that is never satisfied, and nags at you and causes all sorts of bad decisions.  Being young involves lots of insecurity, and worry.  There's always someone telling you what to do, whether it's a boss, or if you're your own boss, then you have clients.  

You get older, you retire, and you can tell everyone to [BLEEP] off. 

When I think about being young, I don't want to go back.  Or maybe I should say, yes, getting old sucks, but being young sucks worse.

Thinking about being young again… I would so do high school over.  That is if I knew then what I do now.  I’d probably have to mow more lawns to pay for child support, but, hey!  Whataya gonna do, eh?   Looking back, I was a “player” but as many times I was told I looked like Leo Dicraprio, I should’ve been hitting more than the books.  I remember walking into a crowded restaurant. My look at time time had a group waiting for a table in awe.  They said “is that Leonardo DiCaprio??? I played it all suave like as if I didn’t care.  Maybe I should do my hair like that again?  But I’m rolling with the long hair long beard and [BLEEP] clothes look.  Pocket full of money dressed like a bum, if you will (thanks kid rock)

Damn, good for you! My brother gets mistaken for Blake Shelton from time to time, always makes me burst out laughing. Sing em a song Blake lololol.

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Thinking about being young again… I would so do high school over.  That is if I knew then what I do now.  I’d probably have to mow more lawns to pay for child support, but, hey!  Whataya gonna do, eh?   Looking back, I was a “player” but as many times I was told I looked like Leo Dicraprio, I should’ve been hitting more than the books.  I remember walking into a crowded restaurant. My look at time time had a group waiting for a table in awe.  They said “is that Leonardo DiCaprio??? I played it all suave like as if I didn’t care.  Maybe I should do my hair like that again?  But I’m rolling with the long hair long beard and [BLEEP] clothes look.  Pocket full of money dressed like a bum, if you will (thanks kid rock)

Damn, good for you! My brother gets mistaken for Blake Shelton from time to time, always makes me burst out laughing. Sing em a song Blake lololol.

To be fair.. as a younger man I never cared for Leo.  Idk why.  I never had a reason. Maybe because the girls went Gaga over him.  Who knows.  But I never cared for him. As the years went by, I realized not only my missed opportunity but also started to appreciate his roles/characters.  He not so bad.  And I missed some prime opportunities.  Live and learn.

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I suppose I could have taken it all wrong and they were all saying “hey look! It’s Arnie Grape!”

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I suppose I could have taken it all wrong and they were all saying “hey look! It’s Arnie Grape!”

Do you like to climb water towers? lolol

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Why did fedoras ever have to come into fashion???? 

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Why did fedoras ever have to come into fashion???? 

I don't mind them but I usually wear a panama style hat most places.

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“An empty vessel makes the loudest sound, so they that have the least wit are the greatest babblers.”. - Plato

Why did fedoras ever have to come into fashion???? 

I guess because some of us have to wear a hat.  In my case, Doctor's orders.

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Bucket hats are my choice.

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