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The front garden was THIS HIGH in weeds.   Lots of rain, lots of sunshine, and they were having a lovely time.

I managed to ignore the mess for some weeks but eventually I got sick of the ever-burgeoning dandelions mocking me and so I had a moment of GRAHNGRAGHRFTGR and they were the first things to go.

But I cannot do sustained weeding: can't kneel for very long (if at all) and I have long legs and short arms, so bending from the waist is hardly optimal either.  So I hit on the solution of dragging out the old vinyl pouffe and plonking it right on the ground in the current Area of Interest:
(a) it sinks me close enough to the ground that I can sit and reach weed roots quite handily around me for up to an hour at a time; and
(b) I do have oddly good hip turnout, so I could reach right forward, practically supporting my weight on one hand while the other wreaked havoc upon my weedly enemies.

And it is DONE.  Path cleared, garden cleared, and a very full green waste bin ready to be collected. 

The story should end there: there were weeds, the weeds were removed without too much strain on my body, yays! 

Except it doesn't because it alerted me to some bugs in my programming. 

The garden is right on the street.  People walking past could see me on my pouffe, doing my thing. Now, if it were me looking in at someone else I would probably have the following thoughts: (a) that's a good idea, and (b) crap, I need to get work done in my own garden. 

But the thought I had on a loop in my head was (are you ready for this?): I'm cheating.  I'm DOING IT RONG.  It's supposed to be hard.

I'm learning: didn't stop in confusion, just observed the thought and eventually it got quieter.  Gardening is a good way to get and stay in the groove.

And then I swept up all the weed debris and came inside and wondered why Presbyterians were ever invented, and why they also had to be my cultural ancestry (Scottish presbyterians too, the most dour of a joyless lot), because I will tell you this for nothing: they suck.  Sometimes I sincerely wish I could resurrect my great-grandmother, give her the arse-kicking she so desperately deserved, and tell her I'm an atheist hedonist soprano, and guess what: she lost and it didn't stick.

The way I try and overwrite the programming is thusly - I say: I give myself permission.   To find some way to work around my crap knees.  To be happy with my solution.  Hell - to have crap knees in the first place.  And not feel like somehow I am letting the side down because of it.

Date: 2012-01-26 09:42 pm (UTC)
highlyeccentric: Sign on Little Queen St - One Way both directions (Default)
From: [personal profile] highlyeccentric
I think that's a genius plan! :D

Date: 2012-01-27 03:19 am (UTC)
montjoye: (Default)
From: [personal profile] montjoye
yeh, you should do things the way they work for you. The garden's weeded now isn't it?

Date: 2012-01-27 08:42 pm (UTC)
thelancrewitch: (Default)
From: [personal profile] thelancrewitch
Let us hope that your ancestress can feel the metaphorical arse-kicking of this post, at least. (Also, that paragraph made me giggle, a lot).


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