Woke up this morning and headed right outside to continue on the uprooting of the outtacontrol firebush. The hole I dug ended up being about 4 feet deep by 8 feet in diameter. The Bush has been ousted, though at the end, I couldn't even make my arms movet to rake the last of the dirt back into the hole. The actual gardening will have to wait until Monday, perhaps. The weekend will involve some travel and--it is my sincere hope--some quality reading and writing time, as this summer is crunch time for me. Organize and write. That's about all I have money for at the moment, anyway...
So, after a bath that would have cooked pasta, I'm reacquainting myself with the music files on my hard drive. Tomorrow I might do something inside the house--it's been so long since I've spent quality time here that the bottle Holly and I had for New Years (Toad Hollow's Amplexus it was, and mighty nice) is still in the wastebasket in the Library. In fact, the outer rooms of the house are a time capsule of winter break or Spring Break--an empty teacup, my uncle's handwritten email address from a visit months ago. For the last semester especially the only time I went into the outer rooms was to turn on the thermostat. It was starting to gain the creepiness of an abandoned house with art that stared at one from the walls. It will be nice to dust things down and open the windows and let some light into the place.
[pic of a real car found in Ballard, WA parking space, during my Christmas trip there to see Pez--those of my readers from American Funds now have a real project to aim toward regarding all those disc investments....]
2 comments:
If you want to get *really* retro, you want 8-inch floppies.
(I'll leave the crude jokes to your own imagination.)
Woo-hoo, go, garden, go! Lettuce and tomatoes and peppers, oh my! (BTW, given your garden-to-be's exposed location, you may wish to invest in some chicken wire or row cover to keep the rabbits out.)
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