Yard envy – The Spectator World
For four years I enjoyed my coffee and cigarette on the porch, digesting the New York Post s reports of the calamities that had befallen the Mets in the previous 24 hours. Without baseball I spend my mornings staring out into the yard, reckoning with the fact that I am the New York Mets of landscaping. My wife has worked from home since 2011 and must have known all along. There s a reason her office overlooks the front yard. Seven weeks into lockdown, the subtle hints about how great it would be to have a fire pit start to sound like threats.
I feel his pain. More fence guys are visiting our ranchette this morning. I am very excited. I’ve already fixed the door to the garage which has not closed properly for a little while, perhaps a decade or so. I’ve done other little projects as well. I have experienced a combination of a sense of accomplishment when finished and a deep reluctance to get started, usually consummated by procrastination when I don’t. But I will persist. It sure is quiet out here. I like quiet.