First World Problems
I have a lot of first world problems. I know that is an indicator of how lucky I am, that these are the things that are bothering me, and I know how badly other people have it. But I live in a town that pretty much revolves around White People’s Problems, and the Woe of Privilege, and ethnography is a murky business, people, and now I am in deep.
Luckily, I have a Bobcat parked on my back yard, to dig me back out again.
I asked the guys to leave the keys, so that I could get liquored up and go on a rampage, but they said ‘no’. Imagine that! So rude. But this Bobcat and I have a love/hate relationship, and I thought it would help us bond.
Love, because finally, our permits are in and we can start doing some of the improvements that take our backyard from a shadeless, soulless patch of dead grass to a spectacular little gem of a space, with a flagstone patio, new garage, new (tall) fencing, and some lovely landscaping. It is a small, small space, and I am tired of it looking like a piece of the moon.
Hate because it has taken so long to get the permits, and there was some delicate dancing between being able to schedule the concrete guys and the garage guys, and because no home improvement project ever goes smoothly. Hate because it is Memorial Day weekend, and I am going to have this parked in my yard for it. Hate because it is a long weekend and my kids are out of school and we finally have decent weather coming up, and no backyard to play in. Hate, because of the constant rain delays.
First world problems. I know, I know! But I just want all the work DONE. I am so tired of planning and scheduling and replanning and rescheduling, and filing for permits. It is just this massive thing weighing down my to-do list, and I can’t wait until the work is all done, and we can reseed the backyard and just enjoy the finished space. I just want to sit outside on my new patio, with a cocktail, and watch the kids run around. I am a woman of simple needs. Simple needs, and complex plans.