God Save Me from Well-Meaning Men Who Are Just Trying to Help

[multipurposegoddess]

I picked my tomatoes and peppers and was roasting the peppers and deseeding the tomatoes when I hear some sort of gas-powered lawn maintenance equipment start up. Being nosy, I peer out my window to see who is mowing on Sunday evening as it's an unusual time. Much to my surprise, I find my neighbor (not my immediate neighbor next door, but the guy who built my fence (and who will not be building the remainder of my fence, I did not enjoy working with him at all, though the fence is fine)) taking a weed whacker to the grass by my front steps. So I throw open the door and ask him to stop and that takes a while to convince him that, no, I really want him to stop, really. He toddles off and I go back to my tomatoes to be interrupted by a very similar noise. He's back on my porch with a freaking leaf blower. Jeesh.

Admittedly, my lawn is overdue for mowing, but I was just yesterday being grateful that I'd let it go for so long because now I can see saplings that I think are the same kind of tree as the one that broke and I'd like to, you know, not mow them down. And the only reason I didn't mow today is because it will be cooler tomorrow. Which I would have told helpful neighbor dude if he had, you know, knocked on my door and asked if I would like him to mow my frickin' lawn.