The noise is deafening around here this morning. As part of our homeowner's association fees we are entitled to a sometimes weekly mowing of our postage stamp-sized lawns.
This requires at least four people. The first guy takes one swipe across the entire back of all the lawns on the street up next to the berm. The lawn mowers are very large and very loud. There is no sleeping in when this is going on.
A few minutes later a second guy comes along and quickly mows the rest of the lawn. Soon a third young man comes around with his noisy weed eater/edger and trims and edges around things like the sidewalk and patio whether they need it or not. This last procedure causes all the grass clippings to be spread all over the patio and onto the furniture.
That's why they need the fourth guy.
He cleans up after the other three guys by blowing the grass back onto the lawn. He uses a giant leaf blower that makes the most noise of all. It is such a pleasant relief when it is all done.
We've noticed that some people have taken to doing their own lawns. They get small, quiet electric mowers that they can set at whatever height they like for their grass. I think these people are crazy. It might seem like a good idea when the temperature is 70 degrees, but not when it's in the 90s with high humidity. It doesn't make any difference how small the lawn might be.
We've turned our lawn sprinkling system on for the summer. It took three men and a dog to get the thing going this year. Literally. And even though it is set to come on for 15 minutes on Saturdays and Wednesdays at 5:15 a.m. it turns on at 6:30 a.m. All the neighbor men who assisted The Man of the House to set this up have no idea why that is the case. At least it's working -- that is the main thing, so it was a group decision not to mess with it further.
I have been rudely awakened two mornings in the last week with a familiar obnoxious chirping sound. Not birds, but a smoke detector telling us to change the battery. Even though our six detectors are wired into the electrical system, they require back-up batteries. After two years and two months of use they are starting to wear down.
This warning system always seems to turn on right after The Man of the House and Shiloh have gone out for their early morning walk. This means I can stay in bed and grit my teeth at the sound or get up and try to do something about it.
The hard part was deciphering just which battery was calling. No matter where I stood in the house it sounded like it was coming from someplace else.
When the first one went off we learned that we had no 9-volt batteries in the house. It took awhile to get that problem fixed. We went out and bought six batteries, even though we now know we needed seven. We also needed a battery for our thermostat in case the power goes off so it will keep the settings. (It will not keep the furnace or AC running, however.) All this is quite an investment in batteries.
The other thing this requires is hauling in our tall aluminum ladder from the garage. Neither of us is real keen on climbing ladders anymore, but we will try to be careful so as not to need medical attention.