I actually ventured outside this morning. Into our back yard, which has been untouched by human hands for quite some time.
Our house was built in the early 80's, which means that 27 or so years have gone by, and therefore we have some big-ass trees out there. Also, it's a good-sized yard. Not that we ever go out in it.
It pains me to admit this, but our doggie sanitation is not the best.
I finally couldn't stand it anymore and decided to get to work this morning. I grabbed the scooper, and took about 30 minutes to get things back to a point where they were at least livable. Then I grabbed the loppers and a hedge trimmer, and went a little nuts. There are two enormous piles of brush obscuring our entire back lawn, but I need to let them dry out so they can be shredded into mulch.
I also pulled a bunch of weeds and dug up two dead stumps and ripped out a bunch of seedlings.
Bear, our big dumb dog, is part Chow, which means he sheds a serious undercoat every year. I swept off the patio, and ended up with a pile of fuzz that was the size of a sheep.
Then since the patio was clean, I decided to break up the spider convention that has been congregating on the stucco siding of our house.
The upshot is, I spent 4 hours outside, and I have sort of reclaimed the back yard.
Woohoo! I am proud. Amd it counts as exercise, right?