So yesterday I was up at my neighbor’s house helping him hook up the washer/dryer in the new laundry room I built for him (and ran the copper water lines). As we were talking while the washer was filling up for the very first time, we heard my lawnmower start. I quickly realized that in preparation for a visit from her niece and boyfriend (their first to Northern California from Texas), my wife was finishing what I had started. I looked over at my neighbor and asked:
“Should I go down and do that for her, or should I be a good, conscientious neighbor and make sure your washer & dryer work properly?”
We agreed that making sure everything was working correctly would be the right thing to do. I mean, there’s no need to go back down the hill only to be called back if there’s a problem right?
Well, the washer/dryer worked like a champ and my wife learned how to run the lawnmower, so there was an added bonus.
I love yardwork.