Venting my First World problems

I got up early (for me) so I could run the errands I have not been able to get to this week waiting on the yard man to finish clearing the lots. Went to little HEB, the post office, Walmart, Stripes and was back home before noon.

The first thing I noticed this morning was how much my arms and back hurt.  Thursday I decided to trim or re-trim the trees his assistant did not get to or did not do an adequate job with.  His assistant is a guy in his 70's who is in charge of mowing, trimming and weed eating. 

Unbeknownst to him, I refer to dad's friend as Pollito (young male chick)...because per his words, not mine, he likes Pollitas (young chicks) by young he likes them in their 40's top 50's...he is 69 years old.

Pollito

Earlier this week Pollito told me he had to go to another job but his assistant would remain. Saw him working hard so went to take him some cold bottled water during his break only to find that he had already downed two beers and was about to pop open a third. I am not a prude and I certainly enjoy a cold beer but not when I am working. He left soon afterward.

I am glad I got my ladder out and trimmed as many trees as I could and added them to the pile of trash as Pollito came back on Thursday afternoon with his big truck to remove the debris from the two lots cleared.
 

He started clearing the final lot on the southern part of mother's property but did not make much headway.  Pollito did not show up Friday or today...hoping he shows up tomorrow?  This has really stressed me out and kept me from doing other things I need to get to.

Next week we have an out-of-town doctor's appointment and they called to re-schedule it for an earlier time.  There is no way I can make that appointment without having to go the day before and staying overnight at our favorite motel.

When did my life get so complicated?  Once again just venting my First World problems...

Good night.  May you all have Terlingua Dreams.