poem

So I wake at 530am on the first day of a business trip with a poem (of all things) half-formed in my head and screaming to be written down.  Huh.  Well, it's here.  Might as well deal with it.

The sun won't look at you any more.
She buries her head in the fluffy white clouds
and all the cheerful calls of the birds
and industrious buzzing of the insects
will not draw her forth.

I envy her resolve.

Cost/benefit analysis: contracting lawn services

Shelley asks:

So what's their hourly rate? Nine minutes is an awfully small divisor.

Fair question.

Nine minutes to do the yard.  This is probably a best case; it was the end of the day and they undoubtedly wanted to get home.  You need to assume travel time as part of the cost; if the customers are closely located, it's reasonable to estimate that doing my yard added fifteen minutes to their task list.  They do it weekly, so let's say one hour per month.  They charge $175 per month; that includes special cleanup during spring and fall, which certainly takes longer.  Still, with two people, let's say it's about $85 per hour.

As long as we're analyzing:  By invoking the Google we can conclude that a standard residential mower has a swath of about 21".  Commercial ones that seem to be about the size I saw through my window are about 52".  Given overlap, it'd take me three passes for every one they took.  Furthermore, even if I bought a mower that diverted power to its wheels, I'd still take a lot longer to traverse the yard once: the guy really flew.  So say I'd be pushing (2-3mph) at a quarter the speed he was driving (8-12mph).  Round down to be conservative, and in combination of the width and length figure it'd take me ten times as long to cover the same ground.

So: 1.5h per mow.  Add a half hour for trimming the borders and scraping the impacted grass off the mower for storage.  4 mows per month says 8 hours per month, absolute minimum.  My time is worth more than than the $23 per hour plus hayfever I'd get by doing it myself.

Plus, they actually do the job; I'd put it off as long as I could, be grumpy when I knew it needed doing but didn't want to, and resentful when I finally forced myself to do it.

Seems like a deal to me.

The power of professionals

The house I now live in in Roseville is on a quarter-acre lot (0.26 acres, according to the flyer).  The house itself has a footprint of about 1300 square feet, and there's no garden, so there's an awful lot of grass.  I tend to allergies and hayfever, so the thought of mowing that just sent shivers up my spine.  I contracted it out to a company called "Worry Free", who helped me last year with shoveling the snow at my previous house (another task I'm not thrilled about, but in this case really couldn't do since I was gone 3 out of 4 weeks).

The other houses in the neighborhood have similar sized lots, and I see the poor bastards out there on the weekends.  The renter to the east, toiling away.  The husband to the west, same.  Both pushing their nice gas-powered mowers with about an 18" swath, back and forth, forth and back, for the better part of an hour.  Imagine doing this thirty years ago with a manual rotary mower.  Life these days is better, but still: No.

My guys?  Nine minutes.  Timed it.  Pickup pulls up with the trailer.  Guy 1 gets out, grabs the weed whacker, and takes off toward the fence and the shrubbery, trimming.  Guy 2 pulls down the back gate, disappears inside, there's a roaring noise, and out he shoots on a self-propelled mower with a good 4-foot diameter swath, him standing on a little two-wheeled platform that drags behind.  Thing's gotta do ten miles an hour on the straightaways.  Turns on a dime; reverses same.  Three minutes in the front; just under five in the back.  Back and forth, forth and back, out the side gate to the street and up the ramp.  Pull down the trailer door and off they go.

Nine minutes.

Awesome.

good grief

Quote's too long for a tweet, but just can't be left to pass without comment:

From this article:

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Actually, never mind the comment.  There's nothing to say in response to that.