Sometimes I don’t know when I’m done

Yesterday was a tough day of yard work. Deeps was motivated to deal with the huge deluge of leaves that migrated in our yard. We only have one tree in the front and two pine trees in the back, but every year our neighbors’ trees unload into our yard.

We’ve already done two rounds of tree clean up.

I’m not sure what happened. We worked for several hours doing clean up. I felt pretty good – if not smelly. I cut down a small dead tree that was propping up the neighbors climbing rose bush (please do not try to come between New Englanders and their overgrown shrubbery).

Okay, I didn’t actually cut it down… I ripped it out because it was so dead and rotty. Then we hacked that dead thing to pieces. It was very satisfying.

Afterwards I called my Dad – there’s a point to my story – to wish him a happy birthday. We chatted for a few minutes and then when it was over I wrapped up the call.

Deeps looked at me from the dining table.

Me: What?
Deeps: Are you okay?
Me: Yeah.
Deeps: You realize you just wished your father a Happy New Year.
Me: Did I really?
Deeps: Yep.
Me: Wow.
Deeps: You probably need to eat something. You never know when you’re done.
Me: Maybe he didn’t notice.
Deeps: If he did, he probably thinks you’re drunk.
Me: So what else is new? Hey when did you put the blinds down?
Deeps: Uhm, you did that before you got on the phone.
Me: I should probably eat something.
Deeps: Good idea.