YARD WORK!
In the geriatric style

There was this lady on Shaffner Dr., in Mansfield who had grown weary of her raggedy, front yard bushes so she hired me to remove them.  Predisposed to working at the gentle pace of a retired fellow, I took the picture of my feet relaxing--while attached to the rest of my body, of course. 

Meanwhile, my exasperated employer, with substantially less than normal patience, took tools in hand and wrestled with the task herself.

Actually, the Shaffner Dr., lady was my very own Sue Brooks.

She didn't hire me; she hired a fellow from the Yellow Pages to do this laborious task and he didn't bother to show up during the agreed upon week.  He didn't even bother to call and explain why he didn't show up.

So, on a recent afternoon, the pair of us undertook the task of digging/slashing her six pitiful bushes into old plant oblivion, piling their remains on an equally raggedy tarp and dragging them onto the compost pile in a nearby woods.

Since the main excavating tool available was a shovel; the kind than only runs on human power and it was assisted by lopers, equally under-powered and, no doubt, of an antique age that exceeded our own venerable status, we toddled into the task being mindful of taking numerous breaks along the way...

 ...which gave rise to numerous opportunities to ponder relaxing feet with a camera, or wondering how this situation might have been covered in a collective bargaining agreement.

And so it goes.