I guess I'm just like my mother because I remember her impatience. When she wanted something done, she wanted it done now and not later. It's one of the traits I disliked about her, and now I've become her!
I need a weed trimmer and have been looking at a lot of web sites to find one I like. I found a Ryobi trimmer that I think I can handle - it is run on a battery so I won't have to be concerned about an electric cord or gasoline. I could pick it up right away - if I could have found someone willing to drive me to pick it up; otherwise, it will be delivered next Wednesday which seems so far in the future. My back yard is so full of high weeds I don't even like to walk through it, and it will take me several sessions to get it all trimmed. I will be in no hurry and just work until I feel like stopping. Yes, I could have someone else do it for me - I was even going to pay my great-nephew who lives next door, but he didn't get back to me. So I'm going to do it myself and be damned if I'll accept help from anyone. I have been the "doer" all my life and I'm not quitting now! When you get someone to do a job for you it is almost always at their choice of time, and I'm going to do it at my own time; when I feel like stopping I will stop until I feel like continuing!
Am I alone in feeling like this, or does anyone think the same way I do. Getting old isn't easy, and from what I can see it is having to sit around and wait for others to do things for you, when it's convenient for them. I'm not blaming anyone for doing things at their convenience, but I can do it as well.
I am delighted to find a neighborhood group in my immediate area, which has an online site. I joined it right away and so far I've just read the emails on various topics - for sale items, for rent or give away; a patriotic display in someone's yard who honors the fallen who died in the service of our country, etc. I'm waiting to see if there might be some activity I can get involved in. When I'm not trimming the grass and weeds in my yard, of course!
21 hours ago