The music man

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ABEL THE deadpan yardman came right on time, 10 a.m., yesterday to execute the yard’s weekly trim, which started late this year because the rain started late.

I used to mow the yard myself. Then I mowed half, and my child bride did the other half. Then we abandoned the chore completely and hired Abel who lives on the other side of the sex motel, which is very convenient for all involved.

At first, he mowed, and I continued edging with my weedeater, and I also swept the trash tossed on the Romance Sidewalk by the mower and weedeater. Then one year, I decided to let Abel do the edging too. He has his own weedeater, but I provide the gas. And just last year, I turned over the sweeping to him too, taking myself entirely out of the process, which a fellow of my vintage deserves.

Over the years, I’ve gradually increased his pay, and I did that again this year. I give him 250 pesos for about 90 minutes of work, which ain’t bad down here. If he does more than the basic trim and sweep, which he often does, I pay more.

Abel, who has a wife and kids, does not have a normal, fulltime job. What he is primarily is a trumpet player. He’s part of a musical group that once had an old bus of the Greyhound variety, which was parked on the street outside his house. But they sold it a few years back, probably because they couldn’t cover the maintenance costs.

Abel says they’ll be getting another, but I think that’s wishful thinking. It does provide a certain panache for a band to pull up to a gig in its own bus.

When he leaves, I flip the mower on its side down by the front gate, and hose the undercarriage which is jammed with grass gunk. I still do that part.

I then sat yesterday on a web chair on the yard patio, put my feet up, removed the straw hat which protects my snow-white cranium and breathed in the lovely day, which it was. The air was cool. The sky was blue. The lawn looked great.

And from the neighbors’ yard, I heard a rooster crow and a horse neigh.

Then it was silent.

And later we ate roasted chicken from a place down the way.

6 thoughts on “The music man

  1. Ha, a rarity, I get to post the first comment! Abel sounds like a good worker and you pay him well.

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    1. Mound: The early bird gets the worm! As for Abel, he’s very reliable, which sometimes can be difficult to find. He doesn’t say much, but he always shows up, and when he can’t, which is rare, he lets me know in advance, a trait that is almost unheard of here.

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  2. I thought I would miss not having a lawn, turns out not as much as thought. Much easier to just sweep up when the wind blows and not have space to just look at. There are lots of people looking to make a few extra pesos to help out the family, especially musicians and artists, and it is very affordable.

    I have my spot under the roof on the upper deck with a comfortable chair and stool and a little table to set my coffee cup on and sit and read or just sit and contemplate life. If it gets any better than that, I can’t imagine where.

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