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.