Metal Meredith

I had two neighborhood kids over raking my back yard this week. I figure they are 13 or 14 years old. They came around with flyers and volunteered their services to mow or rake or clean up yards. Phil and I have been looking to have the backyard cleaned out for some time. It had a buildup of many years of leaves and pine needles over about 2/3 of it. It looked like too big of a job for us, being as lazy as we are.

In come these nice boys. They came over, radio in hand, with wheelbarrows and rakes, toted in gloved hands. They worked a half day on Thursday and all day Friday. I rewarded them with $50 over our original quote (they wanted $35, I told them $100 and gave them $150 - it was a huge job) and one of them is coming back on Monday to do some more work.

I was fixing Vivienne some lunch in the kitchen while listening to their radio outside. I sang along to most of the songs by Red Hot Chili Peppers, Tool, etc. But when Nirvana came on, I got a little nostalgic. Then I wondered how Kurt Cobain’s death affected these boys outside.

Then, I realized by doing the math that they were not even a year old when that happened. In fact, the younger one wasn’t even born yet.

I quickly shut the window and turned by attention on eating lunch with Vivienne and watching Dora.

*Kym sent me this article which made me laugh several times at the timing!