I’ve been getting out at 6 am to catch cooler temperatures: we HAD to get some pruning done. One thing with a yard with many trees and bushes and such—if you don’t tend them in spring (and we didn’t) it gets way worse by July.

I also managed NOT to kill myself, but it was close: we needed to cut some Virginia Creeper at the front retaining wall, and I’m the one who’s best with the weedwhacker—and atop the bed atop the wall, I lost my balance and fell, fortunately into a ‘burning bush’, not the 3′ drop down to the lava rock below. Unfortunately it was at a head-downward slant, so I’m yelling for Jane to help get me up: I’m tangled with the weedwhacker and a juniper next to the bush; and it hurt. Gotta watch where I put my feet.
That was a potentially far more painful one.

The tank is getting along: got the fishes ordered. It’ll take a while because they have to be quarantined for observation and treatment if they have anything.

Best of all Jane and I working together are finally beginning to bring some order to the upper house. The basement is a mess—we have SO much stuff inherited first from inheritances —all mixed with sentimental stuff, so it had to wait a little to get sorted. But it is time and it is getting done—complicated by a four-footed inheritance from Jane’s sister Lynn: Tanner, a Siamese who hates our other cats and now won’t tolerate Finity that we got to keep him company after his brother kitty died. Now we’ve got a basement cat, 3 ceiling cats, and it’s impossible to clean up the basement as we’d like due to Cat Wars….

But we’re making headway. And I’m not flinging myself off any walls. I’m resolved to be more cautious.