Poison Ivy

It’s Arthur’s fault that I now have poison ivy all over my arms.

I had someone lined up to do the hedge on Monday, but he decided that we couldn’t afford that and went out to cut it himself Sunday. Well, it’s hot out, being July. And he’s not in the best of shape right now…. so only about half got trimmed.
I went out later on when it cooled off to help him pick up the clippings… and I should have known to use Tecnu Extreme when I got back to the house, because that hedge is rife with PI… but I didn’t. OK, so it comes down to personal responsibility; I should have remembered to use it.

The guys didn’t show up yesterday to do the rest of the hedge, so it’s just sitting there looking stupid. I’m waiting for code enforcement to show up at my door. Whether or not their absence had anything to do with the hedge being half done, I guess we’ll never know.

Poison Ivy can easily freak me out.. the same way that a plane at 37,000 feet, a sub a mile down or a rush hour parking lot with me in the center lane. Loss of control escalates quickly to panic spirals into a mini meltdown.
Unless I remember that I’m not in control of… anything. Ever. OK, now I can breathe again. See how easy that was?

Sorry that I blamed you, honey. ;^)