You know how it is at the end of the winter and everything is so blah blah and the leaves you piled but never gathered are now killing your lawn (see above for real life example) and that momentum you had last fall just isn't there after an ass kicking winter.
So, I call Eric's team, and within a week I had the sharpest, neatest, tightest, leaf free lawn cut property on Crawford Road. It was a good service, and if you want to go from blah blah look at my crappy property to bling bling look at my styling, I'd call Eric. He's also segueing into gardening (hopefully with a hottie gardeness doing the designing and overseeing) and a bunch of other niche tasks and chores.
And the end of the day for me, on my back deck. It was a little weird - the lawn guys, the tree guys and the cleaning woman (who makes notes to me like '2 expired yogurts' , 'ant season - no food out' and arranges Lucas' stuffed animals animatedly on his bed) were all working on the grounds on the same day and I had to just take a step back and say 'who am I?'