I'm starting to like being a gardener. Not that I consider myself one, in any positive sense of the word. All I do is water everything in sight and pull up everything that looks like a weed. But I don't mind it as much as I thought I would.
In fact, I actually looked forward to it today. I can't really spend a lot of time outside during the day, because I have to be available to answer the phone (even though it's a wrong number about half the time, and a creditor I don't want to talk to most of the rest). But today while I was working, I was thinking about being out in the fresh air getting my hands dirty.
So at five tonight I put my gloves on and started digging up the unsightly growth along the side of the house. I worked for an hour, until I filled up the only available container, and then I quit and watered for another half hour.
There's still way more ugliness in my yard than a real gardener would tolerate. But I blew off a chance to have someone do it for me today. There was a knock on my door around noon, and a man was standing outside with his dog. He asked if I needed any work done, and I said what I always say to a stranger who wants to hang around my house. I said no.
He introduced himself to me as Rick, my neighbor from down the road. He seemed a decent enough fellow, but I wanted him to go away. This is not the way I expand my circle of acquaintances, by bonding with random uninvited visitors. I don't think I've ever made a friend on my own, without either being introduced by someone I already know or being thrown together in a work environment.
Besides, I didn't want anyone to clean up my yard until I'm more fully convinced that I can't do it myself.