It's Just a Lawn, Carol

Sam Nelson mowed my lawn yesterday for $20. I thought it was going to be $15, but it's only money. Worth $20, I'm sure.

I have a guy who comes weekly for $25. He works for Renn, whose company is ATD Lawncare. The care part is missing, though, and I told as much to Sam. "The guy who comes now doesn't care about my lawn. It's just mow and go," I said, "and I want my lawn to look good.

So Sam did the job and I liked his work as well as anyone's. Now I have to make the decision. Do I keep Renn, who is in the lawn business, or hire Sam, who is about 16 and may or may not keep doing lawns?

If I hire Sam, then I have to tell Renn, and he's a former student, which somehow means something or should. I hate chores like that, becauseI feel bad, and I maybe will say too much. Certainly I want to help Renn in his business. But I've never been fully satisfied by the work his guys do. This is business, after all, not friendship, not nostalgia over "good times" in Mrs Schiess's English class. Right?

Sounds like I've made the decision. Wrong.

It has been hot this week. That seems right, it is July. This post was prompted by the quick vision in my head of Wayne out there mowing, straw hat, long-sleeved shirt, even in the hottest heat of summer. That would be good to see again, for real. And then I wouldn't have to make this decision.