Adult Blogger: WE LIVE TOGETHER was due Friday. I'd gotten his bill last Thursday, reminding me to find out what somebody else might charge. I punched the garage door opener and pulled the car into the shaded confines, noting the azaleas were looking dry in the side yard. Loosening my tie, I got out, leaving the garage, and walked down to the foreman, now standing there mopping his face. The sound of weedeaters receded as his crew disappeared behind the neighbor's house.
We talked, he said he'd get me an estimate, which usually means he's too busy already and won't take on more work. I sweetened the till, mentioning a pair of Black Tupeloes in my backyard that needed attention, along with wanting a fieldstone wall installed to buttress my hydrangeas near the rear of my lot. He could put his sign in my yard for awhile.....I just didn't want to be overcharged for a guy on a lawn mower.