On Sunday, the first real spring day of this dismal season, I couldn’t wait to clean up the yard. I picked up branches, swept the patio and cut back the tall decorative grasses along our driveway. After pulling away at their wheat-like stems, I noticed blood from several cuts on my hands. Like paper cuts, they really hurt.
Lesson: With my now thinner skin, I need gardening gloves.
Sunday also was one of the rare occasions when Peter actually got mad at me for my helpful suggestions (aka “nagging”). I responded by pouting for the rest of the day. Like a paper cut, it really hurt.
Lesson: No gloves can fix that kind of thin skin.