It was a long day at work and very frustrating. But, that's why they call it work, right?
So, when I got home, I did what any eligible bachelor does on a Friday night after a long work week - I cleaned the house! (I have got to get a book on being a better bachelor or something!)
But, seriously, Jake took Carla out for dinner and a concert in the park in Plymouth for her birthday, we will be having a houseguest for the weekend (Jake's Mom), so it is the perfect opportunity to spiff the place up.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I had called my lawn service earlier in the week, and left Tonya a voicemail, asking that she resume my grass cutting (if you remember, we both agreed to stop cutting during the drought). The rain made it greener, but a lot shaggier, too! So, she called me back on Friday and told me she was in Las Vegas and would cut it on Tuesday. Okay, but that means it looks like crap this weekend, when as I said, I have an out-of-town guest!
So, I went across the street and asked the guy who I knew had cut the vacant lot next to me to just cut the front (he only has a push mower, you see). We agreed on a price and he went to work... sorta...
He couldn't keep his mower running after making like one or two cuts. So, he left and I thought, oh well, I tried. But then a truck pulled up and they unloaded a riding mower he obviously borrowed from somebody. So, I went out and we renegotiated the price to include the back yard, too. Problem solved.
I went through my usual routine, along with washing two loads of laundry, and was just about to wash the kitchen floor when they came home!!! Apparently, the park was too crowded to enjoy the concert, so they left.
Upshot? I went to bed and figured I'd wash the floor in the middle of the night when I woke up, which I did.
And, that was this wild and crazy guy's Friday night.