First Battle Won

After the first few minutes of using my weed demolisher, all I could think about is what a fool I've been to have not bought one of these years ago.  It took about a half an hour but I got 2 sections of the backyard done.  The charger lost power and the second charger only had about 10 minutes left.  It had been a couple of weeks since it was charged.  I'll have to wait until Sunday to begin the front.

The gardener, (who I will refer to as "the idiot" from here on in) comes once a week to mow the lawn. He called later that day and told me I should spray the weeks with weed spray.  Let me just say for the record that I've sprayed enough weed spray on my weeds in the past 7 years to rival the BP oil spill in the Gulf.  Completely useless but I do it anyway just for the heck of it. 

Kills the toughest weeds, but not mine!

And let me clarify, that the idiot just drives around in his mower for 30 minutes and trims the lawn.  In Florida, the "landscapers" aren't required to do anything else unless you pay them an additional fee.  In the past, the idiot has taken out a chunk of cement from my driveway and knocked down my mailbox.  But he always has something helpful to say to me like, "you have weeds".  I'm so lucky to have found him!

Anyway, the weed whacker was a bit heavier than I anticipated and after I finished I went inside, had a cup of coffee that spilled all over the place because my hands were shaking so bad.  The next day, needless to say, I had sore arms.  But it beats a bad back anyday.