weeding as catharsis

ok, so.......i had an hour or so to kill between getting home from work, and joining my workmates for an evening out....dinner at freddies and then she show at the regional arts center.....i am loathe to mouthe the name of the show for fear of being mocked.....so only those who live in danville and who pay attention to these things know of what musical i attended......but i digress.....from my hour to kill......beginning the weeding process.....starting on the right and working left.......why?.....because that is the way i have always done this progression.......i will admit to being much more brutal in this task as i have gotten older.......ripping out perennials that are encroaching on the rose bushes.......weeding is also a bit discouraging......to think that i have been pulling wild onions from the same beds for 24 years without extinguishing their kind.......i recall a book on gardening that martha stewart published early in her career.....martha actually dug up her top soil and baked it in her oven to kill both weeds and other undesirable plants........what a dichotomy......weeds versus obsessive/compulsive behaviors that could lead one's family to call 9-11........and then there is the lawn.....the actual grass is lush.....which only makes the bald spots more noticable......i attempt to coax grass to grow on these spots every year.......fluffing up the topsoil, and sowing seed and covering the spots with straw and avoiding the areas with the mower.....a reasonable person would dip up the entire front yard and lay sod......but i am not quite ready to cry uncle.......not quite yet.......think bill murray in caddyshack....battling with the groundhogs....or was it chipmunks?.......its me versus it (the bluegrass......).....and i aim to win....eventually.........