This Picture is NOT him! This is from the internet. I guess it’s more common than I thought.
Now that I am unemployed, Ruth is making me walk with her in the mornings. There are a couple of things wrong with this. First, I am a physically lazy individual and walking a mile every morning is just not on my preferences list. Second, the walk takes place in the morning. I despise getting up early, especially to punish myself walking in the Vegas morning heat.
So what does that have to do with clean rocks? Our neighborhood is a mixture of mostly desert landscaping and a few small patches of grass here and there. We converted our couple patches of grass to rocks last year. This conserves water and keeps me from having to cut the grass. Hold on, I’m getting to the clean rocks.
Around the corner from us lives an older gentleman who apparently exercises by vacuuming his lawn of small rocks. Seriously, he is out every morning with a vacuum cleaner removing all dust and small leaves from, not just his driveway, but also the small rocks that are in place of the grass lawn. He makes sure to use the attachment with the slit so he does not suck up any of the small rocks.
Most people in the area use blowers to blow the stuff into the streets. The wind then decides where to deposit it next. His house is in the middle of the block therefore not at the end of the possible wind deposit so should not have an overabundance of stuff.
It takes Ruth and me about 25 minutes to walk the mile around our neighborhood. He is at it when we pass by in both directions. I don’t know if this is an obsession or exercise or what it is. Whatever it is, he does a great job! I wonder if he spends the rest of the day doing the inside.
I am not criticizing the gentleman. I admire him. He motivates me to not do too much around the yard. Ruth, of course, thinks I should be more like him. She does not understand the term conservation of energy.
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