I just had my front lawn landscaped. I have been trying to get this particular job done and off my To Do list for seven years. Yes, SEVEN years. I’ve hired people, we’ve sat down and worked out plans, picked out plants, and they don’t show up. Very frustrating. (Luckily, I hadn’t paid any of them!)
But, as of last night, my yard looks Be-You-Ti-Ful! I am SO happy that I don’t have the ugliest house on the block anymore, I could just sit on my front porch and giggle. That’s how pretty it is.
And, yet, I’m a little annoyed, okay, a lot annoyed, with my landscaper. He’s a great guy, and he’s creative and most of all, he showed up. All of which I’m thrilled about. However, throughout this whole process, since our first meeting back in February, I kept telling him: “Joe, I want my yard to be beautiful, but I don’t want to have to do anything. I have dollars, and I will give them to YOU to do it. I just don’t have the time.”
I used those very words: I just don’t have the time.