Sunday, September 10, 2006

No Longer A Jungle Out There

I'm pleased to report that the Grass Hog weed trimmer, helpfully recommended to me by my dad, turned out to be exactly what I needed. Thanks again, Dad! I was finally able to hack down the jungle in my front yard yesterday, and the machine did an extremely good job on some pretty nasty vegetation. I gotta say, the wholesale weed-destruction was kind of fun, too, especially given the element of revenge for what the little green bastards have been doing to my sinuses.

Man, am I paying for it today, though. The muscles in my arms feel as if I've spent the weekend weight-lifting elephants. It's not even that the machine was terribly heavy; I'm just that wimpified and out of shape. And I've still got the backyard to do, too. Sigh. I think that's going to have to wait until I can lift my coffee cup to my lips again without it quivering.


  1. I totally know what you're talking about re: quivering arms. I trimmed my hedge today which has not been trimmed in at least 2 years. I lost feeling in my left hand from having to both pull a switch down while also pulling a "trigger" on the hedge trimmer thingie (safety first and all that shit). I'm afraid tomorrow I'm not going to be able to drive due to the lack of ability to lift my left arm at all!

  2. Yikes, that sounds even worse!

  3. I feel your pain. I spent yeaterday filling int he trench in our yard and landscaping it back to how it was before. Our window shouldn't leak anymore when it rains, but man...I feel like I'm 100 years old!
    I know what you mean about weedwhacking being fun tho - I always fight my husband to do it...something very cathartic about hacking down weeds with a loud machine...