…leaving the front yard defined in mounds of mulch (flowerbeds) and pathways. You are either a mulch-heap, or a pathway. Or a rocky streambed. There is no other choice in our front yard. We are weeded, and mulched, pathed, and we are both quite, quite tired—Jane most of all, because she was out there supervising [...]
The church across the way has for some reason taken us under its wing—they came to our rescue when Jane was sick last year, laying paths in the back yard, around the koi pond, helping with weeding, and such, and laying the very heavy boundary stones, moving our load of rock up onto the level [...]
I came to a philosophical decision when I decided I needed more room. I HAVE more room. I HAD more room. I just wasn’t using it. My personal problem? A family tendency to hang on to ‘heirlooms’ and ‘mementos.’ I later realized that in my mother’s case it was a few heirlooms and the fact [...]
One of the things that is becoming quite clear…is that the accumulation of stuff we bought that we now know is not going to be useful, but it’s good stuff—is a problem.
The Methodists are having a garage sale. And looking at the small pile of stuff for that sale that is going to put [...]
1. cleaned the office. That was major. Ever heard of the Augean Stables?
2. I filed all the stack of papers, and did, filed, and paid the quarterly business taxes.
3. I designated some stuff for the upcoming garage sale among the Methodists (the people who helped us with our garden last year.)
4. I [...]
The kittehs have their annual shots, and tags, and are none the worse for wear—we had a little set-to with Shu, who is perhaps just a wee bit spoiled and believes he runs the household…but he has his shots now.
The faithful Forester, 120,000 miles, is in the shop being serviced: we thought we were [...]
…the pump ate something it really didn’t like—or the motor began to die. We don’t know. Norus Shinmaywa pumps are nearly indestructible…but it was more and more unhappy.
BUT your friendly writer-folk are not the sort to sit and wait for St. Murphy to strike. WE got a second pond pump two years ago, just [...]
…and back at walking. THe fact both of us were short of breath on a 4 block walk says something, eh?
The problem with the marine tank: first of all, Jane hasn’t been sleeping well—I heard her up and about at 4 am and got up to find out if she was ok; we got to talking editing, and I was half awake and feeling like crap…when we noticed the fish tank: most of the topmost [...]