I was unloading groceries this morning, taking them from the back of my truck through the garage and into the kitchen… when two gentlemen stopped their vehicle, got out and made a path straight to where I was now standing, rooted to a spot beside my Jeep.

However scant a second, it’s amazing how often one can experience that bone deep ‘flight or fight’ instinct… whether the men meant harm or not [of course they didn't] it just comes up out of nowhere. Call it prejudice against men or call it common sense, but no woman would have faulted me if I’d slid into my car and communicated through the car window that I had to be off in a hurry.

But I stood there. The garage door wide open, the door inside to the kitchen gaped open, showing two cold, inquisitive noses. I stood and waited for them to reach me.

Sometimes it’s the very small things that make you think the rest of the day.

They wanted to trim my trees… which I explained to them is my job. But since there are 11 of them, and it takes me days… I considered it. They started at an obscene price and I paid $100. in the end, which is fair.

The weird part is… it makes me feel strange to pay someone to do something I can do myself. I’ve never had anyone clean my home, ever. [Exception: the group my insurance company sent in after I had smoke damage] I’ve only had lawn people when I was in between equipment needed to do the job. I paint the house myself.
While they were working I felt a bit wonky about it all, but now that it’s done and they’re gone… I’m fine and my trees are trimmed and looking nice. Not that I’ll make a habit of outsourcing my job.