Halfway into the project and he realized he would need to clean up what he had
thrown to the ground.
He wished he would have planned ahead and put the yard waste bins in strategic
locations so he could have thrown the leaves into them. He'd have to remember about
it next year.
Or he could find out how much it costs to have the gutters professionally cleaned.
It may be worth it too. He'd also have to remember how much he hated doing this
next year.
Grab a handful. Throw it to the ground. William repeated the phrase each time he
grabbed a handful of leaves and threw them to the ground. Wet leaves created a line
on the ground running through the yard. He contemplated mowing over them. It would
be easier than picking them up a handful at a time to throw in the cans for yard
waste.
He could tell Casey it was his artwork. The wet leaves were part of a new art
installation he called The Lazy Homeowner.
“Crap,” William muttered to himself. The last handful of leaves he had thrown down
landed on the walk up to the front door. He wouldn't be able to mow over them. He
would have to pick them up by hand.
He grabbed another handful. He measured the distance between the house and the
bushes on the other side of the walkway. About four feet, he assumed. He leaned
over the edge of the roof and started swinging his arm back and forth like the
leaves were a bowling ball. He could make it four feet.
He released the leaves.
When releasing, he lost his balance and went over with them.
He twisted enough so he wouldn't land on his head.