My Inner Middle-Aged Man

This summer I took firm hold of my American citizenship and inner WASP/middle-aged land-owning man, determined to bring honor to myself via a robust mane of a lawn.  Yes, I said it - mane of a lawn.

 

So, I laid sod.  Like a lot of sod.  Which is so much harder than just rolling it out, as I supposed.  I also seeded despite much naysaying.

Then I napalmed the yard (and my neighbors ... at 2am) with immense amounts of grub poison (operating, of course, under the "if a little is good, then a lot is better" principle).

And to my GREAT annoyance - the seeded area has been stepped on.  Grubs can still be found.  And I caught my neighbor letting her dog pee on the sod.  I'm considering setting up a neighborhood watch/guard.  Hell or highwater, this grass will grow.