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Who would be the most welcome visitor I might have had this week, do you suppose? It wasn’t the mailman, who finally showed up today with yesterday’s mail. It wasn’t the UPS driver who hid the package from me. It wasn’t anyone else, because there wasn’t anyone else, except the one person more welcome than anyone I can think of.
While I was sitting at the computer this afternoon, finishing up the day’s drudgery (and watching the ballgame and checking Facebook and Twitter), I heard a familiar musically-accented “Helloooo” coming from just outside the open front door. My yard guy finally noticed that maybe I’d be glad to see him, and was he ever right! I had just finished the latest sneezing fit shortly before he arrived, so I was doubly happy with the timing of his visit.
My question was simple: When could he come? I didn’t have to negotiate price, because I’ve been paying him more than he asked for the last few years, and I’ll pay him a little more than that this time. I wasn’t worried about the quality of the work he planned to do, because he always does a better job than I think is possible. I know how hard it is, because I’ve tried to do it in small patches, with embarrassingly ineffective results.
So next Sunday I’m getting the grasses and weeds in my yard cut down to ground level. He said that would be the best day for him, and I told him I was going to a family event. He said not to worry, because it would take him two days to finish anyway. I offered to pay him before I leave and he wouldn’t hear of it. I would have paid him right now, four days early, if he’d asked me to. I’ve been saving for this day, a few dollars at a time, for weeks now. |
