Yup, there I am. Have a sister-in-law whose favorite job in the world is mowing. She's deranged.

It needs to look nice, tho the even, straight lines on our asymmetrical, very rolling. out of square yard isn't possible. It still needs to be mowed "just so". And nobody else can do it right but me. And. I. Hate. Every. Second. Of. Doing. It.  Gravel dust in my eyes and nose, clippings down my shirt, 4-5 hours that I could be doing something else that I'd actually enjoy.  Every time I mow, I mentally build sheep fence. I know exactly where it'd go, where they'd get water, where the gate would be. My wonderful grandsons have taken over the bin sites and the big, straight part across the creek, so I'm adjusting my standards and enjoying every minute of them mowing.